"...with forethought of grief."
That's a line from Wendell Berry's poem "The Peace of Wild Things." And it punched me in the face today, because that's exactly what I got caught up in yesterday -- the anticipation of grief. All the things I am mourning haven't actually happened yet. I'm looking ahead at the loss, but I haven't yet lost those things today.
Today, I have a warm home with a strong roof. I have food on the shelf. I have my dog curled beside me. My grandchildren are safe and healthy. My country still stands. I need to savour and be grateful for those things today. Whatever tomorrow brings, I can still have joy today.
A timely reminder. Thank you, Mr. Berry.
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