What a bittersweet weekend.
Saying final goodbyes and then in turn
saying hello for the first time in years.
To childhood friends.
To long lost cousins.
I saw places I haven't seen before in the town
from which my father's side comes.
The shipyard where my grandfather worked.
The church where his father preached.
The pier, long since rebuilt, where my father used to fish.
The stones of those before me.
Sun and rain.
And my sweet, sweet family.
It has been said, and I do believe,
that each second is in fact a second chance.
I'm realizing what I want in this world,
for my life and for my soul.
It's not as busy- not as complicated-
as I once thought it was.
Seeing your name in stone will do that to a person.
Today I watched the sky.
I'm home, somehow more peaceful than I was when I left.
A bit more whole.
Being surrounded by the warmth of loved ones,
by the stories I've heard echoed throughout the years and
of which I will never tire of hearing,
by the laughter even through the damp eyes...
This is the substance I needed.
The backbone of my being.
I was told this past Sunday that love...
Love will always ask more of us than any law.
It will demand greater conduct.
And it will make us far better for that
exquisite leaching of energy and emotion.
I think it's accurate to say so.
Here I am.
The emptying provides the fulfillment, it would seem--
for I am gaining more in the learning to give...