Finding Your Rhythm – Reflection
First of all…. I want to apologise for not posting last week.
My father in law died and his funeral was exactly a week ago today. He was nearly 97.
He lived a very human life played out against the backdrop of the social, economic, political and historical upheavals of the last century. His funeral was a celebration of a full life stoically and cheerfully lived. These last ten days have been full of our own very personal quiet reflections in the midst of a practical busyness as we have started to say our own goodbyes and our own hello’s to a new reality of life without him.
It therefore feels right to defer showcasing a Weekly Practice this week… And before we all rush headlong into the frenzy of Christmas – and in the spirit of Thanksgiving – I just wanted to invite you to pause to honour the people in your life who have also helped to shape you in both their presence and their absence.
I finish with an extract from the beautiful poem “In Blackwater Woods” by Mary Oliver
To live in this world
You must be able to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it
against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go.
Poem ‘In Blackwater Woods’ by Mary Oliver, from American Primitive. USA, Back Bay Books, 1983.