You might miss these tiny rosy spikes of sedum if you walked by too quickly. In the winter garden, you’ve got to really look to find color and life: slow down, look under dead leaves, lean in close. But that makes it all the more beautiful.
My mom would have been 90 this month. Alzheimer’s was a long, barren winter, but it taught me to look for tiny, firefly moments of grace. One day, after she was no longer able to have a conversation, I just sat with her, holding her hand. I wondered if she even knew I was there. But when I started to move my hand away, she quickly grabbed it and held tighter. Another day she was completely out of it, sitting up but eyes half-closed. But when I said “I love you” in her ear, she whispered, “I love you, too.”There were other rare moments when I saw her soul shining through her eyes.
These brief moments of color & life were gifts that taught me to keep my eyes open.
I need to be reminded, though. Thank you, winter.
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