Tuesday, January 17, 2012

What is not there

It's not hot. There's not much snow. It's not the end of the semester. It's not summer. I saw a bald eagle sitting in a snag at the end of my road. It wasn't until it wasn't there the next day or the day after that that I realized how magnificent it had been. An eagle at the end of the street. I haven't seen it since.

My friends, ones I've known for 20 years. Longer. They lost their baby yesterday in the NICU. I keep trying to think, how can I help them? There's loss there too. I don't want to point out the holes, all the nots, the tree with no birds, but sometimes that's all there is to see.


radagast said...

Beautifully said. At least, not UN-beautiful. So sad, the losses.

There's a sense of doom to winter, I think. What will be left us come spring?

Lisa B. said...

I'm so sorry for your friends, and for that loss-by-proxy. Winter echoes the losses, I think.

Dr Write said...

So sad. Nothing to do, of course, except be the positive force you are.