A final good-bye today to Sandra. There’s really nothing more I can say that I haven’t already said.

I feel sated and blessed in the love that I have received, given and just been a part of these last two days. Sandra sowed seeds of love profoundly. I am blessed beyond what I merit. It’s is good to be part of this beauty.

After the coffin disappeared and the last kisses and hugs were exchanged, I took the skytrain downtown, bought chocolate (well of course) and began to walk. I walked along Robson Street over to Denman and then all along the waterfront to the water taxi that took me across to Granville Island. After lunch there, I walked back along the water again and then up and along and around and basically, a switchback route back to 31 and Dunbar.

I walked in sun and warmth and the smell of the earth. It felt like spring had come. A nap felt good. I have no idea what I thought about while I walked  there were bits and pieces of thought but nothing even vaguely profound. I thought, “oh, that’s a lovely house,” and “well, what a beautiful tree,” – that sort of thing. Mostly I emptied myself.

Dinner tonight (curry!) and then home tomorrow. Time to begin real life again: writing. Lots and lots of writing.