Early in my widowhood I came upon a poem by Wendell Berry called To Know the Dark. It touched me deeply and I embraced the third line and repeated it to myself many times. It reminds me that there is beauty even in our dark times, joy even in our pain. To go into the dark with a light is to know the light. To know the dark, go dark, go without sight And find that dark, too, blooms and sings And is traveled by dark feet and dark wings.
My husband and I have been married 25 years. If I outlive him, it's going to be very difficult for me. I'm sure he would say the same if he outlives me.
Being alone is difficult, especially if your late spouse was the love of your life, but somehow you learn to keep going, dark or not. Thanks for stopping by.
I'm the mother of three, grandmother of two, slave of two demanding cats. I've been a widow for four years and have taught resource courses for widows and widowers. I've written romance novels. See my website at www.eclectics.com/ lornamichaels. Currently I'm working on a memoir titled Stumbing Through the Dark.
More about me: Born in Austin, TX
Favorite color: purple
Favorite song: The Wind Beneath My Wings (hear it as you read this blog)
Like to: read, cook, travel (last big trip was to Spain) write, learn new things.
Hate to: exercise
3 comments:
Lovely.
My husband and I have been married 25 years. If I outlive him, it's going to be very difficult for me. I'm sure he would say the same if he outlives me.
Being alone is difficult, especially if your late spouse was the love of your life, but somehow you learn to keep going, dark or not. Thanks for stopping by.
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