My husband made a thoughtful comment as we walked hand in hand to a local restaurant the other night. “It’s a time of change for us.”
Seven years ago. Where were we seven years ago? We had just moved in together. In a few months we would be getting engaged. A few months after that we drove out to a farm and came home with our first “baby.” I was just getting ready to begin my teaching career. I remember bringing my new puppy, feisty as ever, to meet the students I had been student teaching.
I don’t mean to sound mystical. But there’s something in that 7. It was a full moon this week. Yes, it is a time of change.
I think that makes it easier somehow to deal with. When we accept that the universe is in a natural revolution and we open ourselves to the new opportunities while mourning that which we had. And maybe, just maybe, sometime soon I won’t be standing by myself at exactly 1:55 am every morning staring at the chair he used to sleep in and yearning to see some sign that he’s okay.