Tess at two years old.

As soon as I closed my eyes in meditation today, I could see hers. Ever since ten days ago, on the day that she passed, they’ve been there. They were blazing bright then, like a beacon of light. They spilled into the meditation as a rising sun just free of the horizon spills light into the day. And ever since that time, her eyes come, painted with a glow of light. I’ve come to know that the blazing was the place she was enfolded in, those very first moments, very first hours. The glow is her eternity.

This morning, I closed my eyes and there were hers. Just as when she was with us here, when I saw her eyes I saw that she knew what I felt and what I needed. Her energy is part of mine; and mine is part of hers.