Tomorrow will be a full moon, the Sturgeon moon.
I have spent the day going through all the paper remnants of the time of Bianca.
I have been feeling a ritual coming on and this is how it will be.
I have dug a hole into the rocky east bay hill side where David and I have lived for the past 2 years.
When I stand there, I can see into the city where Bianca was when she died.
I have candles burning and I have cut into strips the sweet letters you wrote, journal entry’s from the memorial and first year of grieving, among other memories of her life and leaving.
I have wrapped the tiny pieces in an old well loved dress of hers that I wore until it fell apart, making small bundles. Tomorrow morning I will bury them in the fullness of the moon with the fullness of my heart.
Yet another piece of letting go.
Cantrell
Sending you warm hugs! Love, Ruth
Oh honey… sending you big love during this ritual. ❤️