"but yesterday watching the sunrise I was moved first to tears by its beauty, and how everything--weeds, dying leaves, fading flowers were just so perfect in their progress.
Then I thought about other things that have faded or been lost in my life and cried tears of sadness which became peace as I just let them flow and felt the hurt fully until they naturally passed instead of me trying to stop or mitigate them."
me thinketh this reminds me of reading Mary Oliver.
Hawk, it sounds "right" to me. and full
death and change and beauty.