This Friday finds me returning from vacation and settling into a new week and going back to work . . . it also finds me looking at the third anniversary of the death of a very dear friend . . . I understand this whole death thing, and grief, and yada yada, but I don't get why she dies and it's my life that is changed forever???
What kind of deal is that??
I took a picture this week that made me think a little bit about what all of this feels like three years later . . .
It has felt like so much death . . . so much letting go, so much hurt, and yet, when I looked a little more I saw that there is also life! In the midst of the bramble and weed, there is life! Ash Wednesday and the beginning of Lent have also been a good time to reflect on all of this . . . the symbol of the ash is a constant reminder to me that others have been here before, in this same place, in this same hurt, and others will be again. The burning of the ash gives light and warmth, but the ash itself? A reminder that someone has lit the fire and will continue to do so . . . and then there is the promise that :"we rise again from ashes"
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