I’ve never met Sara, but in the past two weeks have come to know her in her dying. Her story, her words, her blog has alternatively moved me to tears, lifted me, made me laugh, felled me. She has sailed on home now and I regret that I never knew her while she laughed. She had much to teach in that regard. In fact, I know so few who have grasped the art of living and laughing with such immense wisdom and celebration as she. She, who seemingly had so little to celebrate, but chose joy in each moment. But her infectious, graceful spirit remains on her blog, not diminished in the least because she is no longer there to craft new words. I urge you to spend some time there. You’ll not leave the same.
Another life sailed on last week, closer to my home. A gifted, 27-year-old high school teacher from my community, Trevor Nason, was killed when a truck collided with his motorcycle. While I also did not know Trevor in his living, the outpouring of love expressed upon his death, carries an indication of the many ways the exuberant way he lived his life influenced others. Whole communities mourn when a brilliant life is extinguished.
As I consider each of these tremendously gifted individuals and how they crafted lives for themselves that honoured their gifts and passion, I feel ashamed that I have not done more with my own. But on this incredibly beautiful Monday, with warm breezes beginning to tease golden leaves from their branches, I give thanks for those who show us the way…and wish them joy and peace as they sail on home. (Note the name on the boat…)
231. sparks fanned into flames
232. the encouragement of trusted friends
233. copper-winged dragonflies, diaphanous in the light
234. summer’s balmy nights and beach walks in late September
235. God’s presence, strolling through our plans for an upcoming women’s retreat
236. just a little help from our friends
237. a second late bloom of my favourite Linda Campbell rose
238. the inspiration and enthusiasm of new writers (now I know why I teach)
239. tomatoes, ripening faster than we can eat them
240. the heavens above….glowing just a little brighter.