she's in the stars and she's in the trees.

she's in the moment you wake up and squint at the sunshine, watch the way it comes through your window. she's in the evening tea you have before you go to bed. she is in the confident walk you take through the park, she is in the gulp of air before you go underwater, and the jolt of excitement you feel in the airport. breathe the airport air in, it was her favorite. look up at night, through the branches of the trees- you'll see it there, glimmering at you, that star.

she is in the way you wash your dishes. maybe a few of hers have been handed down to you, the wooden spoon worn smooth with her fingers. bake some biscuits, remember her.

hug each other to remind yourself of your humanity. hug each other and pass the torch of her fire from one to another. do a kitchen dance tonight and let her spirit move through you.

when you are walking in the woods, look for the way the evening light touches the golden leaves. it will fade, and come back again. she is there. stop and listen to the way the creek moves, she is there. pet a dog on the street and talk to your neighbor. she is there.

notice. stop you breakneck speed and just take a moment to look around you. curl up in the quilt she handed down to you, i know a few of you have them, so... please stop, breathe, and remember just exactly how lucky you are.