“to draw a new circle”
“…and to do something without knowing how or why; in short, to draw a new circle.” ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
Spent a too-short, all-sweet weekend with my amazing daughter. Now she is at DIA, ready to board. And I am wondering where life goes from here.
You know what I mean.
We live–day-in, day-out–allowing certain emotions to come to the frontier of our lives, pushing other feelings into the background. There is work to be done. Commitments to be kept. And then we have a transition point. In this instance, a brief, healthy hiatus. Other times, a difficult demarcation. Either way, we have to catch our breath, find our bearings and move forward.
It’s something I discussed with my mom last week. She had just returned from a memorial service in southern Iowa where she had said goodbye to a friend and nephew-by-marriage she had known for more than 70 years. “It’s turn the page and start a new chapter,” she reflected.
I’m sure that metro Denver’s being over-the-top spring-time gorgeous right now is adding a dimension to my internal dialog. Kate and I walked Belmar yesterday morning–a lovely Lakewood park that winds for a couple miles through rough lands and residences, the path coming full-circle in an historical enclave of old farmhouses, barns, a windmill and ancient farming equipment my my father would have loved. Rusted wheels on grass green. Century-old trees showing up for a new year. Past/present/future. Rather like this: