Tuesday, April 18, 2006

...and then one or another dies...

"...and then one or another dies. And we think of this as love cut short; like a dance stopped in mid career or a flower with it's head unluckily snapped off - something truncated and therefore, lacking its due shape. I wonder. If, as I can't help suspecting, the dead also feel the pains of separation (and this may be one of their purgatorial sufferings), then for [all of us] without exception, bereavement is a universal and integral part of our experience of love....It is not the a truncation of the process but one of its phases; not the interruption of the dance, but the next figure. We are "taken out of ourselves" by the loved one while she is here. Then comes the tragic figure of the dance in which we much learn to be still taken out of ourselves though the bodily presence is withdrawn, to love the very Her, and not fall back to loving the past, or our memories, or our sorrow, or our relief from sorrow, or our own love." ~c.s. lewis

Rest peacefully, mah leetle marshmallow. Thank you for all you've taught us.



Blogger dreaminglily said...

No idea what to say... Words fail...

"Hope is a state of mind, not of the world. Hope, in this deep and powerful sense, is not the same as joy that things are going well, or willingness to invest in enterprises that are obviously heading for success, but rather an ability to work for something because it is good."

-Vaclav Have


9:06 AM  
Blogger V said...

Jesus, Flora.
Thank you,

1:52 PM  

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