When I started reading her blog I felt she was able to put into words much of what was inside me. She spoke of the natural world in words I would wish to find myself. I was inspired to start my blog.
This morning her mother, Susan, let her cyber-friends know she had moved on.
Thank you Kirsten for your generous, loving heart and spirit.
A Parable of Immortality by Henry Van Dyke.
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength, and I stand and watch until at last she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come down to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says, "There she goes" Gone where? Gone from my sight . . . that is all.
She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and just as able to bear her load of living freight to the place of destination. Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says, "There she goes" there are other eyes watching her coming . . . and other voices ready to take up the glad shout . . .
"Here she comes"
That was a lovely tribute to someone that lived every moment of her life.
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