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Katie P.'s avatar

This is beautiful. I've always thought of today - the Easter Vigil - as the most liminal of liminal spaces. I also was struck by the fact that you experienced the glow of those leaves three times within a week. I agree with you, as a 52-year-old - that this second half of life is when we grow most beautiful and also, if we're doing it right, when we learn to trust and let go. Thank you - such a poignant reminder. Keep writing!!!

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Carlos Garcia's avatar

Thank you Kelly. Lots of sympathetic vibrations for me in this post. For me, as I grow older, there is the paradox of feeling hollow and whole at the same time. At 61 I am still, in small increments, detaching from what I thought made up the sum total of me. My role as a pastor... my education... the warehouse of my experiences... all of that, and more, seems to bounce off of the challenges around me and within me. I don't feel hollow because I am empty. I feel hollow because I reach for that idea... that perspective or truth that was always there, only to find that it is out of stock and no one is placing an order for it anyway. I feel whole, because, in small increments, I am embracing how small I am. It's why I feel so alive at the edge of the ocean. Like I nestled next to a grain of sand... content to be near the vast beauty and majesty of the sea. So happy to just be a grain of sand.

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