Life and the past…

The older I get, the swirl of life, birth, pain, illness, death, new life…and and on…challenges one. One can try to sort out all the meanings, the positives and negatives. One can find spiritual solace or take a more pragmatic view. In the end, it is all flying by, for real, and little quaint truisms and positive self talk bounces off the mental walls. Celebrating or grieving in the moment, day after day, gets one by. Realities loom…the beautiful and the profound. No, I’m not drunk…just thinking, feeling……

One of my favorite cemeteries to visit…always different given infrequent maintenance. Cemeteries provoke many thoughts in me as I review the markers.

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Seeking a connection…

“Breathing seemed harder in the cemetery, and selfish, somehow…” Sheri Webber

Good Grief no…

Good grief amongst us…

“No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid, but the sensation is like being afraid. The same fluttering in the stomach, the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep on swallowing. At other times it feels like being mildly drunk, or concussed. There is a sort of invisible blanket between the world and me. I find it hard to take in what anyone says. Or perhaps, hard to want to take it in. It is so uninteresting. Yet I want the others to be about me. I dread the moments when the house is empty. If only they would talk to one another and not to me.” ― C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed

be gentle in your love…

Strength, patience, enduring support for all the future brings…

When times are hard, it is hour by hour…

“The beauty of life is, you can turn over a new leaf every hour if you choose.” Arnold Bennett

let there be light…

‘…amid weeping there is joy and under the shadow of death light that endures…’ J.R.R. Tolkein, The Silmarillion

 

Passing through the garden’s gate…

“So it’s true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.” E.A. Bucchianeri