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Tuesday, January 24, 2006

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The long silver strands of our lives branch out and touch each other's lives. It is sometimes surprising where our roots find fertile ground and flourish. Yet all our growth can be bounded or unbounded. We can see beginnings and endings. We can limit our growth within boundaries, within walls and borders. Yet we should seek opportunity. Where there is no fertile ground or ground that bears only tears and sorrow, we do seek new life where we may flourish again. Sometimes this brings new growth, sometimes this brings an echo of former glory, and sometimes this brings an unexpected beauty. We should not shy away. Where our silver lines have been blunted by sadness and loss. That is not an end. That is an opportunity and a challenge. We must fill that void to touch and support others. For not everyone may know what we know, the places we have seen and what was there unless we show them.

My aunt was a sturdy tree with strong roots. A support to the church, the community and those she knew. A pillar providing consistency, continuity and consolation. A tranquil respite in her shade. She said, "Go and do what you have to do." And when we returned hours later, days later, years later, she was always there. Now we live amongst the new light. May we bask in it's glory.

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