The Beginning

It is Sunday, the beginning of the week, the beginning of the blog. And the beginning of a completely new life.

My husband died two months ago. All is new. My emotions born of the gladness and the sorrow of that journey. The living in my bones the cancer diagnosis, trying to tell myself it was not my cancer, but of course it was. The cliched rollercoaster existence of hope and the firmness of reality.

Just yesterday, I watched my two year old grandson put together a difficult puzzle never before seen by him. All its random pieces were spread out. There was however, nothing random about his concentration as he inched his pieces together. His gaze was of pure concentration, looking ahead and looking back. He was figuring it out as he made the big picture fit. So it is with life.

As I begin this Sunday work, I make it into a Sabbath recreation. I will bring to you pieces of what my experience has taught me. This year, last year, all the years. Some good, some not so good, better than a novel, and as holy as a Sunday as one begins again.