As my brother mourns the passing of his wife, I remind him always to remember this from his own heart....
i carry your heart
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere i go you go,my dear;
and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)
no fate (for you are my fate,my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;
which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
I found these heart rocks in Douglas, Alaska during my last trip in October.
We all grew up there. Myself and four brothers, and even his wife Becky, who has recently passed on from end stage kidney failure.
I found these within minutes on the beach and knew I was meant to bring them back to Oregon for my collection. I have rocks and sea shells and other wildcrafting bits and pieces all over my home.
I have always found heart shaped rocked wherever I go. I once shared this with a family friend and she said "really? I don't think that I've ever found one."
We were canoeing in the middle of the Willamette River so when our family's canoes beached for a stretch, I searched for and found 17 heart shaped rocks that I found in just minutes. That's how easy it can be for me to find them.
I just love my heart rocks. My. heart. rocks.
My heart rocks ..with love, with joy, with caring. And that force helps with both grief and grieving.
I tell my brother..bit by bit, day by day. It hurts terribly and it may take a while, but you can do this.
You carry her heart....