Back around November, the tomato plants at the farm died. Just before Thanksgiving, the remaining four pigs saw their last day. Four weeks ago, a dear friend’s 5-week-old baby died and before Christmas, another friend’s nephew passed away.
On the other hand …
Three weeks ago, Jude Meyer Graham-Wilcox was born – the seventh in a prestigious line of native-born Camp Stevens kids (the Bergstrom, Horton and Campbell children paved the way). Perhaps it’s the season or my age, but it seems as though many, many of my friends and peers are bearing children this winter.
I am struck by the life and death cycle, but don’t have the words to describe where I’m at. Perhaps one piece of wisdom is to live into every moment of life – every hug, every smile, every tear, every taste. It seems so simple, eh? To savor every moment? And yet life is so, so complex. An image on my desktop reads: “Stop the glorification of busy.”
I’ve set a goal for myself this week to sort my email inbox and to stop using it as a to-do list – that’s a failed system proved a hundred times over! I think I’ll add to my goal list this week: hug my husband, cuddle with my son, visit Jude, call my friend, and make plans for a kitchen garden at my house. The plants will die – either at the mercy of deer and squirrels or after they are harvested in the fall – but the process, the noticing, the living into, will surely be worth the grief when it’s over.
Whim: “sudden idea.” This weekly-ish post promises a number of things: personal thoughts and reflections, showing off Camp Stevens’ programs and staff, announcements for upcoming opportunities, and answering questions or responding to comments “from the audience.” If you have a topic or question you’d like addressed, just e-mail Beth!