Notes from the Waxhaws


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…in-betweenness…on the threshold. It’s how I’ve been feeling lately. One foot in the real world…the other…I’m not quite sure where. Some days are good…some days…not so good. Driving home from church today, where I got my week’s worth of hugs…the sky a cloudy grey…the first cool weather  we’ve had for months. My eyes filling with tears. How long does this go on? What is the half-life of grieving over someone? A year?…two…ten…or more?

The other day at dusk, I was looking out of the kitchen windows, and saw a small tree suspiciously moving, as if it was being tossed about in the wind. None of the other trees were moving. I quickly grabbed my binoculars, and sure enough, I spotted the ringtail of a raccoon. It was foraging at the very top of the tree…munching on the tender leaves while precariously balancing its feet on slender branches. I suddenly had the urge to share my find…but…then I remembered.

Emily Dickinson wrote that, “the truth dazzles gradually, or else the world would go blind.”  Paul wrote that, “now we see through a glass darkly, but then…face to face.”  There’s a lot of explanation that I’m longing for at the moment…

Written by Jim

September 18, 2011 at 6:53 pm

Posted in Grieving

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  1. Good luck – let me know what you find out….


    October 2, 2011 at 12:03 am

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