When preparing to blog, I tend to start with what’s present for me in the moment and I was surprised this evening to discover that what’s present for me is a sense of loss. There were some obvious and unsurprising memories that surfaced when I keyed in on this awareness, but I also sensed the little losses and the good losses, like those one incurs simply by growing up.
It feels like a contended mindfulness of loss.
In End of the Summer, one of my favorite songs by Dar Williams, she perfectly and poetically expresses this feeling for me:
It’s the end of the summer, you can spin the light to gold.
Loss is a part of the human story. Sometimes we feel it tear through us. Sometimes we ignore it. And sometimes, we set up a lawn chair next to it with a warm smile, offer it a glass of sweet tea and say howdy.
