Friday, June 22, 2012
Many Funerals And A Wedding
And so I try to remember to do what I suggest to my families; take a few minutes each day to clear my thoughts, to gently push away my worries, to simply follow my breath. It's a fact, the river only flows in one direction and the good years ahead of me are limited. But this month I picked flowers and worked on fairy houses with my grandchildren. This month I breathed the spring air and tasted strawberries and kale from our local farmers' market. This month I was the officiant at the marriage of a young couple who will begin their new lives with an energy and joy I can barely remember. This month I thought with gratitude about what a good father my son is to my grandchildren, and about how smart he was to choose such a good mother for them. True enough, this month I did several funerals, and each one of them was sad. They take a toll on the families, and a smaller toll on me. But this month, maybe I'll go fishing. The river won't stop, the current will continue to flow, and I know it will carry me away sooner or later. But today, right this minute, life is good.