Saturday, July 14, 2012

The Ocean

These words by Mary Oliver help me remember Rahima's lightness of being as I prepare to travel to Scituate, Massachusetts to meet members of her family and fulfill Rahima's request to have her ashes scattered in the ocean:


May I never not be frisky,
May I never not be risque.
May my ashes, when you have them, friend,
and give them to the ocean,
leap in the froth of the waves,
still loving movement,
still ready, beyond all else,
to dance for the world.


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