The Miracle of the Moment

Even in the worst season of life, we can rejoice in the miracle of the moment.  Photoword Art by Marji Stevens

Scarlet, the rescue cat, spends a lot of time on the window sill. When I first brought her home, she sat on the window sill longing for the time when she could go outside.  The storm blustering against the window suggested she had a while to wait.

Winters can be challenging for those of us suffering loss. February and March, in Upstate New York, feels like spring will never come, but it always does.  I wondered if my "winter" of grief would go on forever . . . but it didn't.  

It's been seven years since my husband died.  I thought, in the beginning, that I would never get through . . . but I did.  Scarlet, the rescue cat, helped me to keep looking towards the horizon for that glimmer of "spring".  I'll always remember, and feel sad at times, but I'm definitely in a new, happier season.