The View From Here

This has been my life for the past five days:  grief, love, family, logistics, Michael's cancer, my mom's overwhelm, having my daughter in town, meeting my son's lovely girlfriend, tired to the bone, amazingly beautiful spring weather, medical bills, acts of kindness, hearing of more and more friends and family with cancer, healing of family issues, shortness with each other, knowing it's time for flexibility and letting everything go. 

I think that's the short list.

Below are a few words that I just wrote to my friend.  I mean them.

Life is only grace - not just because we are brought dinner when we are being stretched thin, but also because we get cancer, our parents and beloved dogs die, and our colons go berserk and have to be removed so that we can feel better than ever.  It all feels like one big, colorful kaleidoscope, and we are a dash of blue or green or purple moving around amid the other colors in what can feel like a jumble, but what looks like exquisite, changing patterns.  No control, just chaotic perfection.



(Or maybe it's not really all so chaotic.  It only seems that way when we find ourselves wanting to make a human kind of sense out of it.)