Holiday grief—that uncanny ability of our heart to understand that loss knows its seasons. On Thanksgiving Day, as I searched my kitchen cabinet for a can of pumpkin I knew was hiding somewhere in the shadows, I discovered Rufus’ jar of treats. I must have pushed it to the back of the cabinet when I didn’t want to deal with its evocative memories. But the discovery of that jar—the feel of it, the sound of its clasp being released, the smell of those Trader Joes peanut butter biscuits, the memory of his thundering paws, the jingle of his collar and his joyful wag of expectation—instantly and viscerally re-wound time. I completely lost it . . . and strangely . . . felt grateful for the tears. It makes me wonder why we call tears, "losing it?" Perhaps, instead we should call those wordless wonders, "finding it."
Given the choice between words and tears, I think I’d choose tears. I have to search for words, tears just happen—they’re honest, unfiltered, and now.
LOVE does not require a giver, but it’s beautiful when it’s given. LOVE does not require action although its presence will always move us towards justice. LOVE does not require an occasion but the gift will always be remembered. LOVE does not require perfection but will always encourage us to be better.
Daily Bites and Blessings
Welcome to "Daily Bites and Blessings." Pull up a chair. I’ve set a place for you at the table. These edibles are sometimes bitter, sometimes sweet and often they are both. This is a come as you are party. I invite you to bring your compassion, courage, and curiosity as we dine together on life's bounty. May our time together give us more light and more love.