Every Wednesday

Every Wednesday I will post something about grief. Sometimes it will be a reflection on an aspect of grief’s landscape. Now and then I will share from my own journey of grief, because in the sharing of our stories we find strength and build a community of people that support one another.

Monday, July 12, 2010

The Changing Seasons

April 14

Spring has come to central Illinois and I’m excited. Yet I also feel sad for what is leaving.  
The dramatic winter landscape of black and white has already disappeared, and soon my view through the woods will be blocked by leaves. But there will be greenness again, and raccoons and birds, and colorful flowers will pop up on the forest floor. And this will be good, too.
But there is longing involved that goes beyond attachment to any one season, a hunger for what is deeper and does not change. It is what connects our struggles to hope.  

As I journey through grief, I would like to know if I’m heading on the right path. But even without knowing this, I know that the hunger that draws me down the path is a gift, because it keeps me from giving up and settling into a life where the seasons never change.

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