strong and beautiful
my time of healing
Although about 20 years ago, I still remember seeing the weathered trees here and being encouraged by their examples. I was recovering from an illness and certainly did not feel beautiful or very bright. The most routine errand was a huge achievement. One day I was in a small restaurant in Sheboygan and I looked out the window. The evergreens I saw showed their hard years. Sometimes they had to simply keep growing, and maybe years with no growth stayed that way. How beautiful and interesting, though, they became. My mother grew more beautiful as she aged, in spite of illnesses; because her soul grew and she loved unconditionally. Her younger caregivers were blessed. She was still a teacher, at heart, and she needed to feel useful. If I am ever challenged as she was, I have a role model.
I also clearly remember thinking, on another day, “If life reverses, it can reverse again. The message of Easter.”
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