The passing of time and miles
Two years ago today Kurt passed away.
At first I marked the days… then the weeks… then the months. At first my grief took me two steps forward, one step back, one step over the cliff.
I picked myself up again, over and over. Somehow I learned to find ways to make progress, dared to travel on paths and roads that might lead to somewhere new.
The grieving process never really ends, I think, but it does become enfolded within and protected by the new self that emerges with the passing of time and miles.
I have learned that life is finite and precious. Life is lived in moments.
Every new day brings a deeper healing.
I am grateful to be alive, fully present, and joyful on this beautiful June day.