There is a place in my memory for two weeks in December in the year of 2007 where amidst chaos there was calm. There was purpose. There was love. It was a tough year sprinkled with the feeling that an end was coming near. Two years ago...my Mom and I were care giving at levels we suspected but never really knew we were capable of. November 30 through December 14 mark a time reminding me to hold to the idea that you can trust the process. All works out as it is meant to. To be able to be there. To care with a perfect purpose and yet it all went by so quickly. So many moments of beauty. Trusting the process. Being fully present. This time of year brings it all back...and I still miss it. I still miss him.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Two Weeks...
There is a place in my memory for two weeks in December in the year of 2007 where amidst chaos there was calm. There was purpose. There was love. It was a tough year sprinkled with the feeling that an end was coming near. Two years ago...my Mom and I were care giving at levels we suspected but never really knew we were capable of. November 30 through December 14 mark a time reminding me to hold to the idea that you can trust the process. All works out as it is meant to. To be able to be there. To care with a perfect purpose and yet it all went by so quickly. So many moments of beauty. Trusting the process. Being fully present. This time of year brings it all back...and I still miss it. I still miss him.
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