kenyon

thanks for all the sweetness and support. i still don't quite get that she's gone. the funeral last night helped. you haven't lived until you've been to a tibetan buddhist funeral. the hedonism, the pomp, the promises. gongs were struck with vengeance, food and drink were imbibed, tears were shed, poems were read, spirit was released, bright colors and offerings and a little hint of eroticism was everywhere. i swear i wasn't just projecting. these tibetans practitioners are very sensual.

none of our grieving is over, but this felt like a big stepping stone.

(love you T.)