This post will be brief. I’m writing from my iPad before going out for my long slow Sunday run.
Yesterday, June 9, was a year since Kurt died. Beginning several days ago, I would find myself suddenly in tears for no conscious reason. The tears would simply come. I would sit with them until they passed and then I could go on with whatever I was doing.
It was a very strange emotional roller coaster of a week. I was riding the high of my half marathon accomplishment while being swept away by the memories of last year at this time.
This weekend brought the “second Friday” and “second Saturday” art events to town, so I’ve spent some time in the company of a large circle of artistic, eccentric friends and acquaintances. I haven’t felt alone, and that’s good.
Yesterday I hiked up to Sol Duc Falls, which is one of my favorite places for healing and centering. It worked its magic as it always does. I thought of how I’d gone up there with my daughter and step-daughter the weekend after Kurt died. We were all hurting so badly but even then, I took strength from that place and I hope they did too. I hope they can remember that place now and feel healing and peace as I did yesterday, and do now.
As I remember, I also look forward. Life is so beautiful, precious, and short. We must learn that life goes on, and we must seek to enjoy every moment. This moment is all we have — and this moment is everything.
I’m going for a run now. I shall be slow, and I shall be happy.