A Meditation on Life

Among the Trees (Click on the photo to go to the gallery.)

Hello, dear friends. It has been a while since I have posted here. My stepfather passed away recently, and I have been spending a lot of time with my family. I hope to return here very soon. And thank you to those who have sent me kind messages. I appreciate it very much.

Death has a way of changing things, interrupting things, creating a silent gap. At these times, I try to open myself up to the halting and find a way through the grief. Navigating a new path through a new death is not easy. There is a void. There is a missing place. There is a loss. Although this loss lasts forever, we somehow find a way to accept, to fill in the void, even though a place remains open. I once watched a bird lose its mate. A gust of wind thrust the mate violently against a tree, and it fell to the ground. The bird flew to its side and sang in a mournful tone. It remained there for quite some time until it finally accepted the loss, realized its mate was no longer there, and then flew off to live, to survive.

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