Yesterday I attended my relationship funeral. May you rest in peace, beautiful story.
I met Michał, one of the most amazing humans walking this planet, in the summer of 2023 – Nowhere. We felt in love in Amsterdam, and we buried our romance in Lisbon.
We co-lived and traveled in the Netherlands, Switzerland, England, Wales, Scotland, Brazil, the Azores, mainland Portugal, Spain, Sweden, and Tenerife. Shared tents, flats, hotel rooms, houses, boats, and values. Danced in the streets and sang while cooking, ate plenty fruits and nuts, added a lot of goodness, created joy, conjured and enchanted, played some cards, made some love and became friends.
It turns out the universe has a plan we’re not yet aware of.
So Michał and I gathered in the Star Garden to pay tribute and honour the memory of the deceased with kind words. The local poet was gracious to read the epitaph.
Perfect Amsterdam bar, a book shop, a fountain, a respectful amount of stairs and miradouros – the funeral procession and ceremony went on for eight hours. The funky, furry coffin full of treasures was thrown down the hill that smelled of Indian food and jasmine flowers. A rubber fish sang “time to say goodbye”.
Today is light and heavy, full of love and sadness. One day, I hope to share a sunset again. I hope to be around while we walk through the unimaginable. I hope to co-create, inspire, and love. And now it is time to heal and let go.
P.S. accidental coincidence, I fly to the UK for 40 days.
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