Wednesday, September 2, 2009
"Old trees bend. Like women
and like men, they die and fall
or else the fall and die."
from "Living on the Mountain" --Nancy Simpson
Coming uprooted. Yes, trees die in the forest every day,
some from long term disease.
Life comes and then minutes, days, weeks, months go, leaving each of us with the truth of life. Life is hard for everyone. In my circle there have been too many new deaths and too many old deaths to relive. Dealing with the loss at the time of death is painful enough, so why are we required to hurt again and again, each time we touch the arm of his favorite chair, each time we polish her silver?
Posted by Nancy Simpson at 9:32 AM