Endings.
I hate them.
Well, not always. Sometimes, like a visit to the dentist, they are a mercy.
But other times, not.
Other times they put a period where you only want a comma.
Take this book I am reading for example...Soul Gardening, Cultivating the Good Life.
From the moment we met, in a used bookstore in Charlotte, I knew we would be the best of friends.
For over a month now I have carefully doled out the pages to make it last as long as possible. Every morning it became an act of my will to put it down when I longed to read on.
I knew someday our relationship would have to end. It was inevitable. Yes, I could make it last longer by limiting my reading to sentences, and then words. But that is no way to end a glorious read.
Laugh if you must, but I had tears in my eyes this morning as I drew it to me one last time. I was about to say goodbye to a friend who had brought me joy and insight and laughter.
Endings.
Whether it's a good book or movie, friendship or life. They hurt.
Recently we vacationed on Hilton Head Island. We've been doing it for years, along with our children and now their children. A glorious week of family, fun, and memory making.
In the midst of all the festivities, I always make time to bike to a favorite spot of mine...