Today’s prompt tells us to talk about the art on our walls – but I’m going to cheat just a little and do something else. I promise, there’s a good reason for this.
There is currently a lovely living piece of art on our dining room table – a piece of living art that exists specifically because a living piece of my heart and soul no longer does.
Today is the first anniversary of my husband’s death.
Yesterday, I came home from a coffee date with a once-dear
friend I hadn’t seen in 25 years to find this lovely arrangement on the table,
with a card from Jim’s family in Oregon.
It’s a beautiful, thoughtful expression of our mutual grief. My favorite color is blue, and Jim dyed his beard that color for the last 5 years of his life.
It’s been very cold here in our corner of upstate New York these last two days. With no blanket of snow to pretty things up, the frozen ground is brown and drab. These flowers breathe life and beauty into the harshness of winter winds and hollow, lost places inside me.
Their beauty will be fleeting – but it means so very much.
May you find things of beauty in your life and share them with others. May we all have moments of beauty and grace when life is at its darkest.
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Till Next time…
There seems something very fitting about coming home after seeing a friend you’ve just recently re-found to these flowers. Fleeting, but… like flowers themselves, a sign of newness in patterns of agelessness. <>
Those are beautiful, Shan. (((Hugs)))
I know, right? Just as we were leaving Tuesday evening, I realized that one of the two lilies had burst wide open. It was gorgeous!
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