Wondering, Wandering, and Writing

Some go like the crash of a waterfall.

Others ease out of sight, so slowly we barely perceive it – like the trickle from a calm pool by the side of a river.

people

businesses

jobs

events

relationships

abilities

Every loss leaves a hole.

Some big.

Others small.

Some seen by many.

Others by a precious few.

Still, the pain can be deep and sharp and long.

It takes work to keep going.

To find employment.

To mend family relationships.

To allow new friendships to form.

To find a new place to eat or shop or share a drink and a story or to vacation.

To learn different ways to accomplish everyday tasks.

To accept that the future is going to look very little like what we had envisioned.

One thing is certain –
    whether drops tumbled over an outcropping, fell through the air, and crashed onto rocks below

    or it floated lazily by the bank of a wide, slow river –  it is gone.

Gone.  Not coming back.

So what to do?

Follow it to the ocean, of course.


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