Fire, Snow, Rain

While gusts of wind pressure moments of calm after this mild winter’s major mid-March Nor’Easter, my eyes fix on the tangerine flames that seek to warm me from the fire. This silence brings me back to the 70s as my bookmark rests on the last few chapters of the book I’m reading. This memoir, “I Refuse to Kill” fascinates me with suggested solutions for my own past of mystery and questions unanswered.

“Feeling fire and rain,,tonight snow. Friendless, lonely times never realizing any yesterday may have been the last.” Lines of that Sweet Baby James Taylor song drift through my mind as I prepare for this week’s funeral Mass. I will sit in the shadows, in the final church pews, present to pay the respect I’ve always maintained. They may not recognize me, or even know I’m there. Yet, I understand. Life gets in the way and everyone gets…”busy.” And people forget.

But in the stillness of warm rooms on cold March nights, I feel the presence of the many who seek to remember and permit hearts to recognize the Love that, once it is felt, can never be lost.

By jjillgallery

Quietly seeking to meet Trust wherever Life leads, I understand service as key to gratitude and balance. Freshwater woodlands evoke the most serenity in me wherever they're found. I've shared space & time on terrain of my Ligurian and Oscan ancestors, feeling their souls guiding me, especially in silent contemplation. Today, after over thirty years of engagement in programs for children, secondary, university and adult learning, the gifts life brings on Long Island's Matinecock-Algonquin earth, I try to give & receive with grace.

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