I started this post last week but with the Holidays and life in general, I never got it finished. Reviewing it this morning it seems even more appropriate for this week.
“Yesterday was the winter solstice, the longest day of the year. Here in New England that left us with less than 9 hours of sunlight! And on a dark, dreary, snowy day—that’s just not enough. I don’t even want to think about what it’s like where there is virtually no daylight at all.
It’s important for me to remember that although it’s a dark, dreary, “short” day, we just made it through decreasing sunlight and are embarking on a period of increasing light. As far as I’m concerned, we’re definitely on the upside.
But, it’s just as important for me to remember that with the end of a season or anything else; it’s a time of new beginnings. That the waiting for the end of anything can be tortuous unless we believe it is the start of something fresh and new.”
Today the waiting ended and if I am to believe what I wrote last week, it is the start of something fresh and new. I received the call I’ve been waiting for; my mother died early this morning. Maybe this unfinished blog is my reminder that the torturous wait is over for me and my sisters; but more importantly for my mother. And, that no matter what we believe, this is some kind of beginning.
So I’m going to believe that this new beginning is fresh and new. It’s back to my half full/half empty philosophy and seeing life through rose-colored glasses. Yet for me, believing anything else would just prolong the torture and I know that’s not what my mother or my life is about.
Happy New Year and New Beginnings! I love you Mom.
