And the days go on without her. The flock surround me and walk before me and ahead of me as I shepherd them to their field to graze the day away. They are mothers to many and I to them and them to me. It is grounding to have the rhythm of the farm, the chores, the daily tasks that sometimes seem monotonous but in this early stage of grieving are the catalyst to get me up and going.
Thank you to so many who have written me notes and messages and sent letters already. I appreciate each one! I shout that out to you with all my heart!
"She whom we lose
and love
is no longer
where she was before.
She is now
wherever we are."
St. John Chrysostom
