Friday, July 30, 2010
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Thursday, July 15, 2010
That elusive feeling. Desperate without it. Life changing with it.
I had this discussion the other day with my son who lost a colleague to cancer seemingly suddenly. Although he is in the profession of medicine, this death was a struggle for him. As a mother, my instinct is to console - no matter what age - the child experiencing sadness. It seems difficult to find adequately comforting words when a child is in grief. The word that arose often in our conversation was hope.
Last month, my daughter's roommate from college was to be married. Less than 24 hours before the wedding the groom died in his sleep. It was a tragic experience for everyone who was anticipating this happy event. My daughter was comforting her roommate, and I was comforting her in the privacy of her room, wondering if she would soon understand that in the darkest of times, hope remains kindled..maybe not brightly but it still is a flicker.
We can only have hope to propel us through to our life's dreams because we really don't know our destiny. And for that reason, we need to live each day fully with the satisfaction of knowing at day's end that we have given it our best.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
I visited New York City often as my daughter has resided there for the last 5 years. Great happening, lively, fast-paced city with nothing wanting to do to fill you mind.
This photo was taken from the top of the Empire State Building. Images of Sleepless in Seattle running through my head!
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Mea culpa for being a bad blogger lately. Between hot summer weather, vacations and a new computer, well, you know how the time just seems to slip by. I happened on a Pablo Neruda poem that I had on an old inactive blog. THought you might enjoy it.
DON'T GO FAR OFF, NOT EVEN FOR A DAY
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.
Don't leave me, even for an hour, because
then the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.
Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.
Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,
because in that moment you'll have gone so far
I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?