I've written blogs before - daily life happenings, homeschooling, touches of spirituality. Where do I start with this one? As always, I suppose the answer is: with where I'm at.
In a season full of returning and lasting light, fresh and wild growth, hope in so many forms and textures, all of which I'm soaking into my skin and bones, there's also an abundant amount of grief nestling into the shadows. It's a fierce current.
My 63 year old dad is in his final months of life. He was still working a tough, physical job back in August. By the end of September, he had received a devastating diagnosis and prognosis, a surprise. A recent specialist appointment moved up the timeline.
It's complex terrain. One of my favorite poets, Mary Oliver, wrote a poem called "In Blackwater Woods" that always digs deeply into my heart (and maybe shreds it before mending it). It ends with the lines, "To live in this world / you must be able / to do three things: / to love what is mortal; / to hold it / against your bones knowing / your own life depends on it; / and, when the time comes to let it / go, / to let it go."
This weekend, I wrote this:
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