the Bright side

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rose geranium

Son Pathfinder drove down from Oregon for his job, so he stopped also to see me at the beginning of this Bright Week, and helped quite a bit by mowing the lawn that hasn’t quite died, doing a pool maintenance task with me, and listening/talking for a while about his father and how our lives have changed. My children are my favorite people to talk to these days.

He brought some mail, including a card from Granddaughter Annie with a gift tucked inside, this bit of seeded paper Iris paper 2she had “made at Bible study to represent spreading God’s love.” She also wrote to invite me to drive north to their house next month to see the exhibit that includes some photography from a class she is taking. I am not making firm commitments that far ahead, but I feel the love pulling me.

The snowball bush is hanging over the pool, the wisteria over the patio arbor. It was all warm and welcoming when our old friend Ken came by this week – also in town for work – and we sat out there for a visit. He said he hadn’t been in our back yard since he was baptized in our pool….we didn’t tryGL snowballs crp 4-18-15 to figure out how long ago that was! I told him about how I am planning to have the pool removed, and he looked over the equipment and discussed the job I need to get bids for. He owns a pool himself so he is a good person to talk to.

In addition to family and friends who are ready with long hugs and all kinds of practical assistance, I’ve appreciated the writings of Father Alexis Trader, who recently posted a series on grief. His descriptions of the feelings of grief are true to my own experience, as he empathizes with those who suddenly find ourselves in “this disorienting new universe that no longer feels like home.”

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aloe saponaria

Here is an example of how that is playing out here: I don’t feel like gardening. In my whole life I have only gardened as a partner with my husband, and it’s as though I don’t yet know how to do it as the person I am now. I haven’t planted a seed or a tomato start, and I’m just not thrilled about any of that. It’s a good thing that so much of the garden will keep going on its own and feed me with its beauty. All these photos are from this afternoon – I guess I still know how to take pictures on my own!

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About the process of grief Fr. Alexis says, “…one thing is consistent: grief is a journey that if it is successful is resolved in acceptance. The fathers also use the metaphor of a journey referring to a longer, spiritual journey in which the briefer journey of grief can be situated.”

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This image of a journey helps me to keep going. I know I am not at the end of my life’s journey, and I may be on the road for many more years. This short trail called Grief which I am facing now, though, is the steepest hike I’ve ever encountered. I wish I didn’t have to go this way, but it’s on the route my Father has laid out for me, so “best get on with it.” No doubt the trick will be the same old strategy: One foot in front of the other. More from Father Alexis:

Grief indeed is a journey but the holy fathers demonstrate that if we can learn to open our spiritual eyes, we will see that it need not be a solitary journey filled solely with darkness and pain, but it can also be a passage of transformation from death to life. After all, for the fathers, “death is not death, but only a kind of emigration and translation from the worse to the better, from earth to heaven, from men to angels, archangels, and the One who is the Lord of angels and archangels” (Saint John Chrysostom, Letter to a Widow).

Somehow the stages of grief, whatever they may be or in whatever order they may occur, need to be situated within the greater journey from earth to heaven, the journey that the departed in Christ have already completed. We are all “strangers and pilgrims on the earth” (Hebrews 11:13). The experience of grief brings this truth home. When we accept it fully, we can look to “a better country, that is heavenly” (Hebrews 11:16), to “a city which hath foundations, whose builder and maker is God” (Hebrews 11:10), to that Jerusalem on high that has “no need of the sun, neither of the moon, to shine in it: for the glory of God did lighten it, and the Lamb is the light thereof” (Revelations 21:23). That is the place where stages and phases are past, where acceptance is complete, and where we are truly at home with those who are departed, there where “Christ is all and in all” (Colossians 3:11).

bells 2+ wisteria 4-18-15This morning I attended Bright Saturday Liturgy and was freshly struck by some of the prayers that I have prayed every week for almost a decade now. Like the prayer that we might “complete the remaining time of our life in peace and repentance.” Yes, that is the journey I am on. One thing is needful.

As I went out the door afterward, Ambrose, who is a drummer as well as a bell-ringer, began to ring the Paschal bells with gusto, and their brilliance filled the air of the quiet neighborhood to remind all the humans and animals that it’s not just another humdrum day, because Christ is risen!

11 thoughts on “the Bright side

  1. He has risen indeed!

    I keep that familiar picture of Our Lord Jesus with a staff in one hand and a little lamb in the other and sheep all around him right here in front of me. During this “disorienting new universe” I remember Keller’s book on the 23rd Psalm:

    “In the course of time I came to realize that nothing so quieted and reassured the sheep as to see me in the field. The presence of their master and owner and protector put them at ease as nothing else could do, and this applied day and night.”

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  2. Seeing the rose geranium is like meeting an old friend after a long absence as I had a beautiful one in my former home that grew wonderfully and smelled fabulous. Love those bells and wisteria; your church? Love the sweet little square of seeded paper and the love that sent it to you. Sending prayers and hugs your way. Christ is Risen!

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  3. A beautiful post in photos and encouraging and uplifting words.

    Widowhood is not a journey we want to be on, but it is the one Jesus has placed us on and is leading us on. He is our strength when we are weak. Through this journey, we will draw ever closer to Him.

    Have a love and peace filled week ~ FlowerLady

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  4. Thank you, Gretchen. I loved these refreshing words from you, Fr. Alexis and St. John Chrysostom. You’re doing great, one foot in front of the other. I look back now and think I was in such a fog for such a long time. I think that fog was God’s way of sustaining me until I was ready to reawaken and begin the new part of the journey. The road leads home! God bless!

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  5. Dear Gretchen, Thank you for your beautiful blog. Christ is Risen! Saturdays at the Joy of All Who Sorrow Cathedral the priests do a moleben to St. John at 5:30 pm. It is the first time that I have been present for the service. Your name was on the list. The vigil and the church were lovely. I guess that there is no time frame in your journey of grief. You do have a loving Christian family. Thank God. Thank you, Gretchen, for your courage. I am inspired by your love and faith. Sincerely with prayers, Christie

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  6. I am so thankful we have a risen Savior, who comforts us in all of our tribulations. Reading your words gives me a moment of pause and pondering. I have experienced so many different kinds of grief, except that of widowhood. I have lost three babies and I don’t think that would even be a drop in the bucket compared to the loss of a husband.

    I know over and over we are told that suffering is a gift, but I have yet to find that it is and find walking through it hard and I admit I am a coward.

    I wanted to sob as I read what you wrote about gardening. I too would not know what to do and how I would be a gardener alone.

    I pray for you as I go through my daily tasks. I know the comfort you receive from your children. I am thankful you have them.

    I hope today is a lovely day,
    Kim

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  7. Thank you so much for the articles on grief; I will be looking to those as well; timely here too. Grief is very individual and the freedom to grieve as you are is really important. Those are really beautiful church bells. We are still praying for you and for your newly departed and very much loved husband.

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