When the Spirit Opens

“I don’t know when the spirit opens itself to the river.” Kathleen Dean Moore

Moore was writing about someone drowning. I wondered about this movement of the spirit, too, when I sat by Evelyn’s bed in the ICU. Was she still present, or had she drifted off and now existed somewhere else?

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