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| Back to school shopping with Adler August 12, 2013 |
Dear Janey,
As I type, I can hear my boys all lunching together in the kitchen. Laughing in between bites of sweet pickles and sandwiches. A week from this moment, my kitchen will be homesick. As will I. We're sitting on the shoulders of a new school year. Perched...head cocked to the side. Squinting as we look forward. Hoping to make sense of the shapes and silvery shadows that make up our future.
For the second year in a row, I'll have a son in High school, Junior High, Elementary and Preschool. Yikes. Makes for a morning routine that is anything but.
Every. Single. Year. I struggle with the newness that accompanies this shift in my sails. Both when the school year is over and once again as a new school year takes flight. I fret, I worry, I nash my teeth. I stew and wonder and move the decimal over Two places. All to no avail. Change still finds me. Always. Although, I have come to know this about myself...It still catches me off guard. Still blindfolds me and spins me a few whirls before sending me forward. Lucky for me, I have shaken hands with this part of my inner-workings... calling for a truce. In doing so, find myself searching for the mental breadcrumbs I carefully placed along my past-path...both reminding me of my yesterdays, while leading me into my tomorrows.
It has certainly been a bittersweet summer. Full of the ripest of highs and the sourest of lows. And, although, I won't lace up new school shoes or zip up a new backpack next week...I will continue forward as student, as Cancer continues to teach.
"Oh mirror in the sky
what is love?
Can this child within my
heart...rise above?
Can I sail through the
changing ocean tides?
Can I handle the
seasons of my life?"
(Stevie Nicks)
Number 2 pencil
loves to you,
-Sara
Dear Sara, your words always touch my heart...they are beautiful! They remind me of a poem by William Wordsworth called "Ode: Intimations of Immortality". Here are the verses that I really enjoy because they remind me of my Heavenly Home:
ReplyDeleteOur birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home:
Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
Shades of the prison-house begin to close
Upon the growing Boy,
But He beholds the light, and whence it flows,
He sees it in his joy; (lines 58–70)
Do you think that our Heavenly Parents think the same way of us coming to earth for a short time? And like this poem we think of them and look to them with joy! Love you!!!
....So, so, lovely. Thank you dear Rosalie for sharing such tender words and concepts. Heaven dust love to you-Sara
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