"Though I play at the edges of knowing, truly I know our part is not knowing, but looking, and touching, and loving..." Mary Oliver
Saturday, December 21, 2013
Light and Shadow
It seems that Christmas is a season where peaceful joy and unspeakable sorrow join hands. Some of my most cherished childhood memories happened around Christmas. Bringing out the smallest of ornaments from the past can start a cascade of memories. Several loved ones in those memories are no longer here. Our children, who were the magic of Christmas, are grown and gone. The passing of years is a reminder to me that some at the holiday table may not be here for many more Christmases. While I ache with sadness for the empty chairs, I give myself the gift of being awake now. Awake to the great joy of loving and cherishing each and everyone who surrounds us, both in body and spirit, at Christmas this year.
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You said it quite well. Pretty much everything wonderful in this life comes with the bittersweet of knowing we can't ever keep things the same. While missing those who are gone, we both also have those precious grandchildren in our lives who we didn't even know a few years ago. Life is such a mixed bag, isn't it?
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