For reasons I know you understand, it is such a good time for me to read your thoughts on grief. Thank you for the beautiful metaphor of a river and its tributaries, for acknowledging that multiple feelings coexist during the process of mourning, while also holding faith in a body of water that flows toward healing.
Your post speaks to me because I’ve always dwelt in a cityscape, which means that I’ve watched my own neighborhood and countless others change dramatically. I recognize that this is an inevitable feature of city life, the ever-changing storefronts and buildings and skyline, but I also appreciate that there is always real loss involved, especially when it’s a tiny part or a sturdy, resilient city tree that is razed (and that happens all the time).
So, I so hear your point that it is not only rivers and lakes and mountains that deserve preservation, but also homes and yards and parks, those incredible pockets of life and greenery that make towns and cities rich and interconnected with the natural world. Thanks for putting that into words so powerfully—and for sharing your process with all of us. I’m praying for all of the plants and seeds and buds from your Asbury street home to find new roots very soon, so that they can keep giving to the world around them.
G xo
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