Sunday, 18 March 2012
After she had opened the bounty of gifts we other mothers of children with autism had bought for her to re-establish her home--destroyed by Hurricane Katrina--Joyce wiped her tears and shared that she never understood those people on television...The ones whose lives were shredded by disaster. And, yet, these people with freshly mangled lives told the microphone-toting reporter that they felt "Grateful." Said Joyce: "I never understood. Until now."
Life crises present us with ripe opportunities to appreciate what we do have. Job Loss. Autism. Divorce and all the emotional tsunami's in between made me understand where Joyce and those aftermath television interviewees come from.
I wrote about bittersweet joy amid pain in my post, "That First Fall." And, as I welcomed the return of this now-closing season's skyscapes, I recalled the romance I've had with winter sunsets. The love affair began in 2004. The first Winter after my divorce. Each evening would greet me, my heart sunk with Grief, yet, my spirit was somehow buoyed by the sky pouring before me. A metaphor that Tomorrow would be Born. A New Future would Begin.
...I used to fancy that these subtle yet rich displays were just for me.
My Best Shot Monday: the second mosiac, bottom right hand--blue sky branches.