To everything its own season
Nurturing ourselves and nourishing our loved ones….it’s a delicate balancing act, isn’t it? Though we might pretend otherwise, the timing is rarely our own. And so it is that I’m headed to Connecticut this morning. I’ll be away for about a week–perhaps more, if circumstances warrant.
I wish it was going to be a fun trip, but sadly it’s not. I’m packing up my in-laws’ belongings, and shuttering the cute little cottage where they’ve been living the past couple of years.
You might recall that, in July 2009, I helped them move from their longtime home atop a hill in rural Connecticut. (Remember Dante, and the Millerton coffeshop?) Seems like it was just yesterday, but so much has changed since then! After celebrating 72 years of marriage—after being inseparable for countless "goodnights" and "good mornings"—they’ve been wrenched apart by health-related circumstances. Now, they’re wholly disengaged from the world around them. Simply put: they’re pining for each other…for what used to be and is no more. L
I can’t ease their pain, but I can help smooth the transition. So I’m sliding out of my flip-flops and packing my warmest clothing. I’ll only be gone for a short while, but I’ve got lots of ground to cover before I return.
Take good care of yourselves, and kiss your loved ones. I’ll be back soon, but will miss you in the meantime. xoxo