Life is Remembrance
And a Happy New Year wish for you!
A short “in between” post to THANK YOU for being here on my journey of ponderings and to wish you well for the next revolution-around-the-sun ahead.
Also a small remembrance for my father who I lost a year ago today. In some ways that day of loss feels like aeons ago and in some ways only yesterday, even as I feel his presence daily. Grief is love and it is remembrance of that love. So it doesn’t - and shouldn’t - go away. Instead it settles in making a place for itself in our hearts and lives. I wrote about my father’s passing at the time - raw and pained. Then a few months later I shared a reflection on the many people that came to our help in caring for my father and what they gave him — and me.
It was a realization and a reminder that making a difference does not require stature or talent or wealth; very often it simply asks for our presence and the gift of attention that’s available for most of us to share.
My poem “The Dhobi” was an ode to one such person whose gift I won’t forget. I present the post and the poem here once again:
So as we leave 2021 I am reminding myself that even though life is short, love is long, longer than life, and perhaps longer than our imagination.
I wish each of you the happiest of seasons and an even happier new year in 2022! Let’s catch up on the other side.