Leaving. That’s a loaded topic, especially in my life this year. I always leave Ira, to stand in the rubble at the pen. I’m not leaving him behind; just simply for now.
My mother left in November. Her exit was painful resulting in my appreciating its ending. Like the lady that she was, she ushered me to this, the afterwards time of life. There’s an ache here that I never knew before and I look at the world with new eyes. (Thank you Mom, for continuing to teach me. Until we meet again, I hold a kiss in my heart for you.)
I left my father and that feels more like a “leaving behind.” Especially now. But I suppose that’s what children do.
Yes children. Mine left early and I am the one left behind. (hmmmm) And in my state of leaving, I am filled with worry because I am Mom. (Gotta learn how to relax about them. They’re precious sweethearts… yup, I’m a mom.)
I don’t have problems with leaving others. I guess if I’m done, then it’s time for me to go, and I’m gone…
But shouldn’t I be meeting all of you with “hello” instead of “good-bye?”
Actually, I am.
New beginnings come to mind as spring approaches. Puppies being born. Same with kittens. Bulbs breaking through the ground. Grass growing. (Oh, the mowing.) Trees bursting with leaves.
verb (used without object)
to put forth leaves; leaf.
Then we’re actually approaching leaving with each passing day, the kind that brings about life. Little buds filling with colour, and nourishing all the greenery they belong to. Opportunities for brand spanking new introductions.
The circle of life.
Okay, now, I’m getting cheesy. So this is the part where rather than bidding you a fond adieu, I’m extending my hand.
Happy to meet you.