"'Writing is really quite simple; all you have to do is sit down at your typewriter and open a vein.' From the writer's vein into the reader's vein: for better or worse a transfusion" (From F. Buechner's, The Clown in the Belfry, 1992). My purpose in adding my thoughts to the myriad of others available throughout cyberspace is simply to open my own veins, or provide an outlet for self-expression with the hope that my own bloodflow may enhance someone else's Godward heartbeat in the process.
Tuesday, February 04, 2014
Connected Loss
I'm not sure it's possible to endure loss without connecting it to previous, seemingly unrelated losses. When my mother died I instantly began to grieve my father's passing fifteen years earlier. As we face my father-in-law's pending departure, I grieve the loss of my mother three years ago. There's nothing logical about such a practice of association, but it happens nonetheless. Perhaps this eases back the corner slightly on the mystery of life--we were created for relationship and cannot understand life in isolation. Each is a part of another, even without an associated genealogy. I think I'm only beginning to gain an elementary understanding of the inherent value of humanity to humanity.
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