She stood on the granite slab teetering next the waterfall spillway, sweat droplets now replaced by quenching spray. Sun burnished her skin, adding to the crinkles around her eyes and mouth.
She made the arduous climb, reciting poetry, and lilting songs of joy and remembrance.
She took the small cherry wood box from the pouch in her knapsack.
“Good bye my love,” she whispered casting the contents to mix with freedom of the winds, powerful force of the falls, strength of the mountains, and limitless possibilities of the vistas beyond.
They swirled for a moment, about her head, as if a final gentle kiss, then on to become a part of the place he so loved.
“Ashes to ashes; dust to dust.”
* Kanas Dust in the Wind
for mlmm Tale Weaver #148 dust. image: pixabay.com
And a little Kanas “Dust in the Wind.”
December 2, 2017 at 3:07 pm
Lovely response Lorraine, I was reminded of the story “Last Orders” where a group of drinking friends were asked to spread their friend’s ashes over the ocean which required a drive from where they lived lubricated by numerous stops along the way. They arrived at the desired spot only to find a strong wind blowing off the ocean but not to be deterred they did the deed and wore their friend’s ashes all the way home.
December 2, 2017 at 11:15 am
Well done – and what a wonderfully creative line(s) – the ashes swirling in the air currents, a final gentle kiss, before being carried away, dust to dust, and of course, water – how perfect this little TW.
December 2, 2017 at 1:09 pm
My sister-in-law in Oregon whose husband died two years ago scattered his (and their cat’s) ashes this fall — driving through forest fires and smoke hell to go to his requested spot — a very special and hard to get to spot from his days as a forest ranger. That’s a thread that keeps running through my head.
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December 3, 2017 at 10:33 am
ahh, now that is interesting …. the SIL bit and all. Maybe this thread is running through your head because it’s trying to show you that you will know when you can “let go and move on”?
December 3, 2017 at 3:52 pm
Scatter the ashes of holding back; swirl in the winds of going forward?
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December 4, 2017 at 5:00 pm
perhaps perhaps ….