a year ago today I said farewell
to my street child, my gypsy girl
my wild, fierce heart, my black queen
but in fact – she was never mine
she was always her own true self
a role model of feisty independence
she chose the best of times to cross over
and three weeks later she returned
to briefly burn
she stained my hands
indigo, alizarin, umber
she pushed my heart past fear and into passion
took me to the edge of obscured potential
of an essential choice
I felt the surge and flux
the rising breath
reach out, feel your way, unfold into the unknown
be beautiful in the moment
be wild and brave in uncertainty
Last xmas I made this calendar, writing intuitively in response to the photos I’d chosen.
I had no idea then that these words would be the best I could say to farewell a brave little soul as she leaves this world to find her way in a new one – to “ramble the stars wild-hearted and wondering” (as suggested by @sarah.patience.elwell)
Last night, of all the possible nights, the thin veil parted to let this little one cross over. We talk of Samhain as a time when the spirit world walks among us. Perhaps this is also a time for the living to cross over. A time when all the energy and effort spent trying to stay alive is released and the spirit is freed to move on.
Farewell my dark gypsy queen, my feisty willful companion.