Dance on summer’s breeze
Butterflies in the darkness
Father’s Day for some
Filled with deep sadness or pain
Say a prayer for them
In this time of Hallmark sentiment, forgeting the broader world comes with ease. Easily we forget some exist without the joyfully memories of a beloved father. “Father”, for some, triggers fear, pain; a reminder of brutality and anguish.
Others feel the joy tinged with sadness. Whether feeling a father shaped hole in their heart, our the prodigal father, staring down the empty road, his heart beating next to the son sized emptiness.
Let us not forgot the breadth of human experience, the varietals of joy and pain. Such attention brings us into deeper connection. A thing of truest beauty.
While perusing images in Pinterest, I stumbled upon pictures of elderly couples deeply in love. That captures something I want for myself: being filled with love.
A few years ago, one of my mentors died. Sad, yes; but the community of adoration that surrounded him, that came together celebrating his life inspired me deeply. Gave me pause. What echoes do I want my life to leave?
In my early teens I faced my mother’s death from cancer, plus the murder/suicide of my best-friend’s parents. Mortality’s shadow followed my life since. My legacy a consideration, that’s always within my mind. Often laden with anxiety. When I learned to focus on love, I changed.
I seek to be surrounded love, reflecting compassionate warmth back. Affirming and growing all I touch, that’s a worthy life-goal methinks. A life filled with wonder, delight and laughter; the result of facing down my mortality. I’m content with the result.