Constantly Losing Everything
There’s been so little snow this winter. At last it’s coming down now, but in previous years we would’ve had the plows out every day for the last month or two. Here is a photo of me on the beach just two days ago. I was missing the snow and thinking about loss, about what it is and how it registers in us. Two observations: (1) I think it never comes on quickly; it always sneaks up; and (2) everything is loss. When it comes on quickly–lightning hitting a huge old pine in front of the cottage–it’s not yet loss. It’s shock. If your mother suddenly dies, for...
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