Last Sunday night, Dedê was gone. All her adult life she lived inside her own world, in her unique, beautifu mind and heart. All I pray now is that her butterfly wings take her to the peace and love she couldn't find here the last years. At least she suffers no more. Saudade, a word that only exist in my language and that express exactly this: I'm gonna desperately miss you.
At 2 Witches Blog I found a beautiful song, mantra-like, "We all come from the Goddess". It soothed me a little while I was working this morning with my head spinning wildly.