Whirl wind… The weekend of niece and party has its closure of Sun and fun. An over abundance of food. OMG. Over a 200 people came to honor her. It was quite amazing. Soon, I’m off to the memorial service of my brother in East Lansing. A whirling, swirling, wind of emotion that I choose to swallow like a helium ballon and maybe later, much later, I’ll let that squeaky air burst from lips. I’m pretty sure I won’t let any of you see it.
JERE N. BEAUCHAMP
Feb, 26th 1942 – Ap. 12th 2012
Endings, Beginnings
Beginnings to endings
Life cycles her journey
Cycles her journey
Cycles her journey
again
The act and art of breathing
Brings you into this cycle
A circle, a loop, A Path
A zig than a zag
An inhale
an exhale
again
You begin to the end
YOu end to begin again
Earth life gives her limitations
In the circle cycle of birth to death
Death to rebirth, inhale to exhale repeat
We do it till we don’t
We do it till we don’t
Beginning, Ending
Endings, Beginnings
Circles
Patterns
Cycles
Do it with Love
