I have reflected on this so many times over the past week. How dying is a privilege. I know, I know, this may sound weird and thoughtless, but when wasting away and pain has taken all the energy of living away, to die is a grace.
3. Amanda Gorman. Inspiring a nation to heal and grow into it's better nature with her poem "The Hill We Climb."
Somehow we weathered and witnessed a nation that isn't broken, but simply unfinished.
4. It is Alan and my 21st wedding anniversary. Love is often expressed in flowers and gifts, but seeing my husband lovingly, and with such care and strength, lift my dying mother from her chair and help her to to the bathroom means more than anything I can imagine. We are spending our anniversary tending to her. I can not ask for any more profound testament to love.
5.I think this will be the last five things friday for a bit. Nor sure for how long. I am taking my own self-care advice and giving myself time to be with my mother and my family, and my own grief. Life is not easy, but oh how it is filled with miraculous beauty when we open ourselves to notice. Here are some roses still managing to bloom outside of my mother's home. In middle of winter. Living and dying together in the same season. Nature, always showing us the
way.
