HERE FOR GRACE

Have you ever returned to the home of a loved one after they have passed? To the room they most enjoyed? The study, the kitchen, the bedroom, the garden? When you return to the stillness, the silence, you find yourself looking for them. You search the place from bottom to top, hoping for another chance to see them, hear their voice, touch them, laugh with them. There's a hat or jacket or blanket or pen or book or laptop that they last touched.  Their scent is still in the air. Something left undone, lingers on a desk or kitchen table. They are nowhere to be found, yet, still, you remain seated, as if waiting for a play or show to begin. You ask yourself the same questions that have been asked for ages, for all of time, where has my friend/parent/lover gone? Will I ever see them again? Do they know I love them? What was the last thing I said to them? What was the last thing they said to me? And it goes on and on. There is something comforting about visiting a place that was sacred t

  When you reach your 50’s, you have found and accepted your seat at the table. You have learned to move on from people and experiences that have caused pain and have torn a piece from the thread of your soul. Instead, you value and love those who have stuck by you, loyal and true. Moving on is a survival skill like making fire, building a shelter, and finding water. No one teaches you how to move on after a break-up, a death or some unforeseen tragedy. The thing is that when you don’t move on, you remain stuck in the middle where there is no beginning and no end. There, you obsess over the same thoughts with an aching head and broken heart. We all need to know how to move on. I do. You do. Because there is nothing in the stillness and while you wait there,  Someone Somewhere Is moving on from you.