My physical strength, waning out of me long ago, sowed into my sons and now my grandsons. Yesterday I sat in the woods and watched them haul stones out and move to the top of Brown Mountain and begin the wall that will eventually corral my lover and my old long-gone shells. We were a dancing, hiking, mountain-climbing wild pair, still are, but the wild is now in our eyes and in our memories. We have both found Christ's abundant life to be a definitive walk on the wild side, wilder than we ever imagined life could be. But I digress. Happens when you’re talking about your lover.
The point I am trying to make is me in my sons and grandsons. It is better than the me that was in me. I could go all day long, but now I can rejoice in them going all day long for me, serving me, helping me live the life I can no longer live independently…as if my physical strength waning out in me is bursting forth in them. It is a great joy for me.
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| The beginning of our Cemetery |
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setting up one of my sculptures
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| Keeps splitting wood for next winter's warmth. |
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