A Sadness …  A Heaviness

Sitting by the Water

Reflections from the sun, reflections of the soul

It’s been a busy sumer, a rich season.

Perhaps this sadness is because I had looked forward to this time for so long, and now it is almost history.  Perhaps it is because my still-on-the-planet daughter will be heading overseas soon, along with her ever changing family, decreasing the chances of face to face contact. Perhaps a remembrance of ‘back to school suppers’ I did with my own children at the end of summer, forcing poetry or stories from everyone.  (Wonder what happened to my “There was an old young woman who lived in a shoe, she had so many teen-agers”….)  Perhaps the reality of the missing, the longing of departed dreams.  Perhaps the recognition of the toll the years of grief have taken.  Perhaps the knowing that I am in a transition phase again.  And even more so the knowing that all of life is a transition, there are no long lay overs in any station. Life keeps moving, changing.  

Perhaps I can transition sadness to expectancy?

In her book Transitions, Julia Cameron quotes Norman Mailer: “Every moment of one’s existence one is growing into more or retreating into less. One is always living a little more or dying a little bit.”

I will choose to live a little more!


In the universe, stars reflect the vastness of God, on the ground I think He uses flowers.