Sunday

This morning I actually looked forward to going to church. It is only the second time I have attended a service since my mother's funeral. The first occasion felt uncomfortable, as I was not yet ready to be with others in the community.

I enjoyed the people I interacted with today, an emerging healing experience. Today I felt almost normal.

There is a coolness in the air, a hint of autumn. The last days of summer bring about some sadness, as I realize the green leaves will soon turn, wither and die, with winter in fast pursuit.

However, I will enjoy the changing seasons as I always do, even though travel is made more difficult in the winter months.

"There is a time for everything under heaven", as the verse begins. And the seasons are a metaphor for birth, youth, adulthood and death. The cycle goes on, and it is when one's life is cut short in one of the first three seasons, that the natural order of things is disturbed.

I am reminded of my godson nephew's untimely death in his youth, on my birthday. This loss was the first unnatural one in my family, and changed forever the way I view life. As I mentioned in an earlier post, the death of my mother, which left me orphaned, resurrected all of the other losses in my life. More about those in future posts.