... oh September. My birth month. The birth month of three of my four grandparents; the birth month of the fall; the eternal beginning and end. This particular September is beginning with both good times and bad times.
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As September begins, my grandmother Isabel lay in the hospital, slowly giving up a long battle. And here I am something like 400 miles away, leaning on my father for his strength, and looking to the earth for love, comfort, and reassurance.
That life goes on. That love goes on. That movement between the physical and spiritual is worth the journey. And that the journey is worth the end game- regardless of how that game plays out.
As September began, Dad and I hiked to the Natural Bridge... a beautiful start to my month... during our trip through Kentucky. What I saw, heard, smelled, and felt allowed me to believe that the world, no matter what, is still so beautiful, so restorative. I am bolstered by the idea that my grandmother will return to this Earth; that she will be at peace in Nature and that Mother Nature will take care of her.
This is a beautiful world. And we are all given to and received from it.
Until next time, Much love, my Loves.
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