In a private, intimate ceremony this morning, I gave some of Darryl's ashes to Black Rock Mountain, pictured here beside our favorite cabin. It is a halcyon day, quiet, only a few birds chirping their songs. Several of us will give more of Darryl's ashes to Mount Pisgah and Graveyard Falls, where we have enjoyed being together.
As a secular mystic, today, I have felt a psychic presence. I wore Darryl's shirt that fits me to a T, pictured above. Is it a message to me from Darryl's after-life, urging me to continue finding joy in life? Of course it is. He loved me beyond boundaries.
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