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The Problem with Murmur Lee
*excerpted from the book*
Murmur Lee Harp
Here, the wind is visible. I watch it with the eye of the newly born: curious, delighted, free of the yoke of judgment. It swirls and billows. Light threads its way through the wind's shifting gray tones, weaving images. I have no form, no corporeality, yet I am here: a spirit watching the film of my life, my family's life. The images waft all about and I feel my soul's aperture open wider and wider. The light fills me. The wind fills me. The past--which was life---fills me.
The Problem with Murmur Lee, p. 33
by Connie May Fowler
This book is about a woman who dies. A lot of it is from the point of view of her spirit which remains near for some time. I have just started it but this paragraph was just so lovely, I wanted to share it with my LJ readers.
Murmur Lee Harp
Here, the wind is visible. I watch it with the eye of the newly born: curious, delighted, free of the yoke of judgment. It swirls and billows. Light threads its way through the wind's shifting gray tones, weaving images. I have no form, no corporeality, yet I am here: a spirit watching the film of my life, my family's life. The images waft all about and I feel my soul's aperture open wider and wider. The light fills me. The wind fills me. The past--which was life---fills me.
The Problem with Murmur Lee, p. 33
by Connie May Fowler
This book is about a woman who dies. A lot of it is from the point of view of her spirit which remains near for some time. I have just started it but this paragraph was just so lovely, I wanted to share it with my LJ readers.