I’ve spent week contemplating life and its counterpart death; the way we often do upon the realization that it is, indeed, a fragile balance. With my maternal grandmother being quite ill, my uncle recovering from heart surgery, and a dear young man I knew in my younger days having passed away far too soon, I’m feeling a bit somber. There’s nothing like sickness and death to knock us off our high horses of invincibility. I have noticed though, that with the wisdom that accompanies these types of experiences, that it’s easier to dig in and be helpful than to sit back and worry the way I once would have, so instead I’ve been cleaning, scrubbing, and schlepping alongside my cousin, preparing for my uncle’s homecoming this week. I’m digging up addresses to write to those who are grieving, and I’ve done my best to support my mother as she cares for her own. Because what else can we do? And my realization? What I spent last week complaining about, I’ve looked at in a new light. Life has a funny way of kicking me back up when I’ve been down. And although those things that bother me about my own life are real and deserve acknowledgement from me, somethings will always be more important…..
Things I’m appreciating a little more than usual this week…
Ashiko lessons with Papa Bear
ample egg production
little hands that can manipulate a screw driver to build this creation… and this…