This month is special in so many ways, Steve and I have birthdays. Christmas is coming, and we will have a new grandchild coming into our lives. New life, the birth of new hope are themes of this Christmas season. These ideas are more than tradition, and I am reflective of what all of this means in my life today. The cross comes to mind, Dying and Rising, is the central message of my faith. A letter was written to me by a colleague soon after Dr. Paul passed away. In the letter, my friend expressed his sympathy for me in a way that was compassionately personal, insightful, and real. He told me how sad he was, most especially for me, in that he understood that I too, had died. He stepped inside my shoes for and moment, and what he wrote was so deeply, touchingly, true. When Paul died, I died along with him. When he was buried, I was buried there with him too. The life I knew which was so tied to him and his life, was forever gone. I would have to recreate myself. I would have to reclaim parts of myself that had been set aside. I would have to rise to a new life. So...as I reflect on these things, I send my love to those who grieve at this time. I remember sad times of loss, and joyful moments of discovery in my new life. It is a time to be hopeful, for all of creation. I add a Byzantine icon,( one of my favorite genres of art history) The Nativity of Christ, and a modern photograph by a local artist titled, Universe Creator. My Love, Paula
Posted on: Sun, 07 Dec 2014 16:17:54 +0000
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