strange grace

As I write this, I am seventy-nine years old, and in my ending season. Lately, death who has come for some of my friends and family is whispering in my ear, pay attention. This collection reflects the pathways I've been exploring. I would appreciate companions. Come, walk with me. Rupert Spira describes the collection: "Amrita Skye Blaine's poetry is a quiet meditation on impermanence, love and loss-an invitation to pause and listen beneath the surface of experience. With deep honesty and lyrical precision, she traces the movement of time, the beauty of fleeting moments, and the silence that remains when all else falls away. Strange Grace: The Ending Season offers both elegy and solace, drawing the reader ever closer to the luminous ground of being that holds everything we are, and everything we let go."