Well, there's my sweetheart: Following my
mother's death in February 2001, I began writing about the curse of finding
one's heart's desire: the inevitable loss of one's beloved.
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I never bought your mother flowers.`What my
father recalled as he buried his wife of forty-six years.
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Sim was the only man for me: My
Grandmother's thoughts on losing her love.
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The Vessel of Alchemy
How can we love in the face of eventual inevitable loss? How can we love when
love itself is defined by the contingent loss of the Beloved? How can we dare to
approach this deity, this force that transforms our life – which, perhaps
defines what is best about us?
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Now death: What happens when half of the
soulmate dies?
The alembic sealing necessitates exclusivity and singularity within
relationship. Within the alchemical vessel, the Red King and White Queen come
together as a couple, not open to relationship with another. But what happens
when one of the couple disappears through death?
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Transformation: My first meditations
following my mother's death.
The Full Moon after my mother’s death was the Chaste Moon, where one
celebrates the preparation of the Earth for the coming bounty of growth in
Spring.
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