Today, six months after Cynthia’s passing on, I took the geraniums out of her grave since frost is predicted for the weekend. I repotted them and will move them to the cellar to overwinter, and they will bloom again next Spring. Anouchka will put some winter plants in the grave tomorrow . . . going to the cemetery is still the hardest thing I do.
Below is a potpourri of things people have sent me over the past month, and a few of my random musings.
After I confessed my secret dancing last month, a friend told me about Lee Ann Womack and her song “I hope you dance”. The version I like the best on YouTube is her original video, I love watching the toddler and her solemn big sister. Of course Lee Ann is easy on the eyes, too.
Affection: hugs mean so much to me now. They are healing. Thanks to those in my circles of covenental love who know how to give and receive them – you know who you are. “Affection is responsible for nine-tenths of whatever solid and durable happiness there is in our lives.” — C. S. Lewis
Link to hear my Harpenden GLG message in English: http://youtu.be/lcbPAp9eIY8
Where to order my 16 September message in French at the Yverdon seminar: email@example.com
After the stages of grief and the waves and waves of tears, my emotions are much more on the surface now, and I’m hoping that will continue to be the case . . . to my amazement. My son tells me I’m sounding like a teenager! And this just before I turn 65 in December.
I’m being more direct in my communication and teaching, not so diplomatic . . . I have less and less patience for foolish conventions, especially the Christian religious ones which are not found in the New Testament. The Lord brings me such joy, His Presence is so manifest to me in these days. Glory to His precious name.
“The weight of this sad time, we must obey; speak what we feel, not what we ought to say…the oldest has borne the most.” King Lear
Six different people have brought Richard Rohr into my life this year, and I am listening to some of his teachings. Here is part of what one friend wrote: “A few months ago, I read a book by a Franciscan monk named Richard Rohr – called Falling Upwards: A Theology for the Two Halves of Life. So far I have to say, he has done the best job of articulating a rationale, so to speak, as to why such difficult things happen.”
“When you get the choice to sit it out or dance . . . I hope you dance.”
I’m not going to sit it out . . . .