Tuesday, December 9, 2014
Alfred Lord Tennyson quote
Sometimes it is like a place I miss. Like if once upon a time my kid was in band, played the tuba, and it soon became that the start of Christmas was marked by his concert.
Like a limb from a fig tree. Wood floors and gas logs. That one, huge, best blanket we all wanted to use but Billy Sue finally won out because she sheds hair.
But then I tell myself, here's the thing:
I knew when I had it I was going to miss it because not everything can always stay.
I guess this means the cost of loving something/someone/somewhere else is missing it/them/there.
And if it was done right then we would do it all over again.
Today I am grateful to have some thing/one/where missing. I am grateful for the capacity to love.