The Threshold
When death is in the air, there is a quiet calm, a sense of comfort floating alongside deep uncomfort.
A reverence for a life in transition, stepping on both sides of the veil.
When death lingers imminent, energy softens, shifting subtly between mortality and the void, garnering silence and depth and meaning that is only felt.
Words cannot express, tears cannot capture, logical cannot explain.
Only a deep knowing that peace is required, ceremony is required and love is given.
RIP Rosebud 🤍