Chosen Arrow

realWhile losses to our orbits of family and friends seem to shrink our world of known relations, sometimes it can open us to the creative universe of the unknown.  Our town bears the recent loss of a beloved friend, a son of Hermes, who nurtured a heart-full practice of and regard for the arts, and especially for those who bore them in trouble and in joy.  Although he never let arrows fly across our range, he intended to do so, and his sincerity in this regard left it simply to be a matter of good timing.  Along with others, I share a notion that he’s not done with us yet; that this sudden departure allows him to work and love in a more comprehensive orbit.  Godspeed and thanks for the rain, dear friend; we’ll let an arrow fly here for you.

 

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