Seeking to be CONTENT in all things, JOYFUL in HOPE, PATIENT in affliction.
When someone dies, they leave a space. Sometimes, it is a small space, easily overlooked, that regrettably disappears without fanfare. Sometimes, it is an awkward emptiness. Those left behind gather around it, uncertain how to respond to the change. Family may talk about this void, collect mementos, and then busy themselves with other people and …
Grieve not the future nor the past but in the moment. That is where joy can be found along with peace and wonder and, yes, sorrow can be there, too.
They are cutting down the tree. The angry sound of a chainsaw makes me think of enraged wasps. As exhaust fumes seep in around doors and windows, the sound – not really the sound, but the knowledge of what the sound means – gnaws at my bones. This machine is not just ripping the tree away, but our peace. The peace it steals is the peace that a mature tree brings to a space. Sadly for this majestic, leafy tree, it was planted in exactly the wrong spot and was tearing up neighboring walls and garage floors. The landlord said it had to go even as he lamented the need for more trees in …
SMALL MOMENTS FULL OF GRACE 