Yesterday I was at Abbott’s Lagoon – such beauty and yet I took no pictures even though a Great Blue Heron posed on the sand dune giving me time to pause, focus, and relate. Then, he opened his wings, and with a lift and swirl, passed gently overhead.
Now, today, I realize my mother who passed away in 2005 would be 94 tomorrow if she were alive. The next day my younger brother would have turned 68, and yet, here I am.
What is mine to learn and reflect?
I’ve been harvesting these words of Thomas Merton:
The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not to twist them to… fit our image, otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.