I’m drawn to the peace and stillness of the mountains. From here I can see the two highest peaks of Virginia, their normal lines disfigured by clouds. Were I up there I know it would be much colder and harsh. And yet, I’m surrounded by the frenzied activity of a world that’s waking up. I long to be still. The activity around me is a dissonant melody and my soul recoils. I long to be still. And yet, that melody gets louder and louder and I feel compelled to sing along.
Navigating grief is not a linear course. Sometimes grief crushes like a breaker. Sometimes it nudges like a gentle swell. Sometimes my days run straight and swift. Sometimes they are erratic and frenzied. Sometimes memories are like the warm sun, putting a smile on my face. Sometimes memories break me,
Sometimes the sun rises and darkness rests heavily on the soul. Words require from us a kind of empathy and imagination and even then, the true meaning of words falls short until we experience their meaning in our lives. Love means little if you haven’t experienced loving parents, siblings,
The sun is peeking through the clouds this morning like a child might peek through the lattice of a neighbors back yard. What does it see? Can the sun see the glories and hardships of humanity? I think on that some as I soak up the relative warmth (30°) that
Its been over a month now. The pain is still there, it shifts and changes. I don’t remember how I left my dad on the last day I saw him, but it was so engrained in me that I know that my last words were “I love you.” along