Monday, June 15, 2015

Loss for Words


Today Aurora got on the school bus for her last day of high school. I didnt photograph her first day heading off on the bus, back in second grade because ... well, because there was going to be another day just like it a day later.

In her hands today, she has three gallon bags full of cookies for her teachers. She baked these yesterday morning. This morning, I made toasted coconut pancakes for her. I never make breakfast for the family on a school day.



Watching the bus roll on down the road, I am filled with feelings and a dearth of words. Time to give the feeling room to roam. Maybe the words will come later.

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  1. or not -- language is not very adequate to convey meaning beyond 2 + 2 = 4. That smiling young woman says more than the words. Maybe you should turn the camera on yourself.

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    1. Interesting idea... though I think the kids on the bus might wonder what the old dude is doing getting on the bus... LOL

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  2. It's a new chapter in her book of life.
    I always thought that this is the reason we raise them, to watch them walk on.
    It is also a new chapter in your book.
    Life carries us on.

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    1. I think you may be right on the money, Meredith. My father used to quote from Kahil Gibran....

      On Children

      Your children are not your children.
      They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
      They come through you but not from you,
      And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

      You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
      For they have their own thoughts.
      You may house their bodies but not their souls,
      For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
      which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
      You may strive to be like them,
      but seek not to make them like you.
      For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

      You are the bows from which your children
      as living arrows are sent forth.
      The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
      and He bends you with His might
      that His arrows may go swift and far.
      Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
      For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
      so He loves also the bow that is stable.

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    2. and that's why you have a pointy head!

      DoD

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