Solo Flight

 ~ Solo Flight ~

- becoming a singular solitary soul

In my recovery from death, the death of my beloved partner, soulmate, the other half of our duet, I've become a singular solitary soul.

I've always cherished solitude, even selfishly indulged in it from time to time, yet John's final gift in dying was wrapped in endless quiet time alone. Painful - as is any birthing to a new dimension - it soon embraced me with long hours to learn to know my new identity. 

No longer we, I suddenly was only me.  One voice. No longer the beautiful give and take of a happily coupled life.  In time I've morphed again from 'only me" to becoming more fully me. Still rooted in the life we had together, to branch out, blossom;  to hone my solo voice and sing with joy.

We died as couple, yet live on 

In thought and memory

Losing and gaining 

Living and dying 

Dying to live

Thanks be to Godde

JoMae

3/3/23