Beginnings and Endings
I just saw a robin on my walk. It got me thinking. Seems like we always rave about seeing the "first" robin in the spring. Often we see one before all the snow is melted. But, I don't remember anyone ever saying, "I saw the last robin this fall". What is wrong with celebrating endings? The birth of a child, their first breath in the world? Can't there be celebration in our last breath? Why do we cover up the goodbyes? They are part of the circle. Do we really want to live linear? Beginnings can be as terrifying as endings. The bottom of the dark hole is not the easiest place to be. It's a beginning. The climb out of the hole is a finish, but walking away from the hole is just another beginning. So, do we really have to keep denying ourselves our endings? I've shed many tears and missed many hours of sleep in anguish over endings. Maybe it's because endings don't encourage company. Th...