I love this photograph of a cemetery monument jostled by new foliage. It's beautiful, and it "says" something true in a slightly impish way.
The true part is that our losses from the past and the new growth of the future coexist, side by side. We may not see the growth part when we are suffering the early stages of bereavement, but it's there somewhere, waiting. Waiting to nudge us with its exuberance. Waiting to give the world around us color and freshness and purpose again. Waiting to prove to us that no matter how stony our soil feels, new life will grow there.
The impish part is that new life won't always arrive in dignified ways. Sometimes it pops up right in our face, just forcing us to take notice.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
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