And so we walk on...

I wondered whether I should post today.

I came back from a beautiful vacation a few days ago, with possible posts and pretty pictures swimming in my mind. I knew I would have today free before going back to work tomorrow. So I wondered. Should I share my thoughts today?

Today is the 13th anniversary of my husbands passing. Can't really explain why it feels like much less. The reality is that the years have passed and my life now is very different from my life then.

I have written about him before, but today one of my favorite blog writers posts in words that sum up many of my feelings. She lost her husband suddenly in February.

I always said that this was true - that words are inadequate - but the understanding of it has burrowed deep inside over the past six months, not in a mournful, despairing way, but in a way that is puzzling, intriguing and even though it is frustrating, it is also...how shall I say it...inviting.

It just seems to me that while other areas of knowledge are necessary and helpful, the only areas of life which could even begin to say or express anything meaningful about all of this, that even begin to get close to the layers, the questions, the moments of clarity, the doubts, the assurances, the light and darkness, the gratitude and the mystery are two: art and faith.

And so we walk on, renewed, no longer in the futility of our minds, no longer aimless. As the man says.

To read Amy's full post click here.