For how can one know color in perpetual green, and what good is warmth without cold to give it sweetness? ~John Steinbeck
A profound sadness envelops me this morning as snow falls outside my window. As usual, I want to distract myself, to banish it. But I am trying to just be with it instead, to notice its character, to write about it.
I know that this sadness is from several sources: lifetime accumulation; visiting sick relatives and gravesites over the Thanksgiving holiday; awareness of my own aging and mortality; too much isolation. And in spite of the fact that the holiday season has never been my favorite time of year, I am grieving the fact that it will never again be what it has been for over 30 years.
Thankfully, I also know this sadness will pass, and that joy is just around the corner. I know that soon I will recreate the holiday season, accept the impermanence of life, and move forward into health and wholeness. But today I honor the sadness that is part of life, the grief that change can bring. Today I sit in solidarity with those who are sad.