Yesterday we walked to Java’s hill to bury Alma’s ashes. The place touches every sense. The bleak, black horizon intimidates yet feels safe. Now it is Alma’s hill. To imagine a soul we never met, rooted up there on the tops, amongst the heather and watched over by grouse, brings a calming sense of peace.
So, in celebration of the time we spent together, on the 14th we raised a toast to Alma and to the true wonders that grow from love. Cheers!
