Changing my life didn’t used to be challenging. Actually, I relished change in all its forms, especially the really big ones. Now? Not so much. In my earlier life I experienced the usual changes we all deal with growing into adulthood; education, jobs, love, marriage, children. Then there is the change that no one escapes. The change called Loss. As wonderful and devastating as all these changes are, it is with awe and gratitude that I often contemplate all the events that have formed the person, the soul, I am today. It seems strange to be grateful for the painful experiences, yet there is no other way. It is impossible to see light without dark.
A few days ago I woke up to the magic of dense fog. It was so mystical, almost holy in its absolute stillness. As I watched the light struggle to break through the darkness of the night. I could just barely see the reflection of the trees on the water and hear the ghostlike scene challenging me to do some reflection of my own. I imagined it was asking me to look at my own fog. The pesky fog that exists within us all, camouflaging and protecting us from our painful memories. That loss thing again.
Yet, that morning I couldn’t help but go to those treasured places in my heart. Yes, I still feel the pain, but now it is softened by time, by precious memories, and by the love that gift wraps them, keeping them safe. That is never lost. As the fog begins to lift outside, I am reminded that life is not yet finished with me and my own fog begins to lift as well. I am wondering what life has in store for me that will change who I am tomorrow. I smile and sip my tea.