to release these broken pieces of purple glass.
in hopes they might transform
into something beautiful.
by something bigger than ourselves.
in a timing we could not predict.
a ritual of letting go.
of leaving behind.
and on the days before i left, i will always remember
the blueness of the skies.
the brightness of spring's growing light
reflected in winter's lingering snow.
and i will remember climbing mountains
and crossing rivers.
in community. in solitude.
in noise. in silence.
and i will remember music in living rooms.
that sometimes invited listening.
and sometimes encouraged playing.
but always warmed my heart. 
and i will remember laughter
around kitchen tables.
and tears on carpeted floors
when we realized the changing times.
and i will remember the people i came to know.
the people i came to love.
from the youngest who spoke my name
to the oldest who wished she could see my face.
and i will know,
beyond a doubt,
that i was loved.
that i am loved still.
and i will remember the words of a wise woman
who said i must lose sight of the shore to discover another.
as she gave me her blessing.
to explore. to seek. to find.
so the blue skies. the white snow.
the music. the people.
the beauty in all its kinds.
will always be a part of me.
no matter where the wind blows,
i will always know
i have places to go back to.
and purple beach glass to find.
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