Alone, not lonely

Spirit fills

companionship needs

That's the closing stanza of my https://medium.com/write-under-the-moon/everlasting-love-affair-d8d843d4416a

My most recent poem, describing a meditative walk, https://medium.com/write-under-the-moon/communing-with-nature-and-spirits-in-the-material-world-a694e4a9bd9b, has this in the notes:

"On Sunday, March 17th, the fourth anniversary of Lindsey’s passing, I had a channeled-by-Anne session with her (Sitara, Lindsey’s soul’s name (means star in Sanskrit (Marcus is my soul’s name)), other dearly departed souls, and my spirit guides. Sitara described how while I sleep, she visits my room and sits beside my bed and holds my hand, and often sits and talks with Marcus beside a stream in the realms, and how what she says to Marcus, Greg cannot know. Anne asked me if that resonated. I said that I felt there was more than meets my eyes and ears to my fascination with the sound of water I hear on my walks — to how it soothes me — to why I feel the sound of the streams speaking to me."