Widow's Voice

If

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If all things that are impossible

Became impossibly real,

And the unimaginable

Became impossibly imaginable,

And what is impossibly, unimaginably, inconceivable,

Became entirely plausible.

In a world where my fiercest and most impassioned pleas,

Ringing forth from the depths of my shattered heart…

Could be heard pulsating through the days and nights of the almighty Universe,

And the gods of the Romans and Greeks and all gods through Time

Were to hear my cries,

Bouncing off the stars and the moon and the sun…

Especially…most especially Aphrodite and Pothos and Eros…

And Mars, that fierce god of war, who understands passion and ferocity,

If these gods, dancing among the stars,

Were to hear my fervent keening,

And, in response, radiate their powers into one lone energy that would shape all that is impossible,

Into the possible,

With a nod to the mighty Thor for use of his valiant hammer…

They would, on the winged feet of Mercury…

Convey you, my dearest Love, my beloved, my husband,

To my side once again.

About Alison Miller

My beloved husband Chuck died while we were full timing on the road. We’d rented a condo for our stay in southern CA, and I had to leave 3 weeks after his death. All I knew at that time was that I had to find a way to continue traveling on my own, because settling down without him made me break into a cold sweat. I knew that the only place I’d find any connection to Chuck again was out on the roads we’d been traveling for our last 4 years together. I knew nobody out on the road, I knew grief was a great isolator, and I knew I had to change the way I traveled without him, to make it more emotionally bearable for me. So I bought a new car, had a shade of pink customized for it, bought a tiny trailer and painted the trim in pink, learned how to tow and camp, and set out alone. My anxiety was through the roof, and all I knew to trust was the Love that Chuck left behind for me. I found Soaring Spirits early on, thank god, and the connections I made through SS helped ground me to some extent. I needed to know that other widow/ers were out there in my world, because I felt so disoriented and dislocated. Through Soaring Spirits, as the miles added up, my rig taking me north, south, east and west, I found community. I found sanity…or at least I learned that if I was bat shit crazy, I was in good company, and realizing that ultimately saved my sanity. PinkMagic, my rig, is covered with hundreds of names of loved ones sent to me by my widowed community, and I know it isn’t visible to the naked eye, but I’ll let you in on a secret…she actually illuminates Love as I drive down the many roads in our country, and I can see it through my side view mirror. Love does, indeed, live on~

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