It’s a good year for the lilies. I am finding delight in the bursts of orange cheerfully appearing in random patches in our yard and along the country roads at this time of summer. The wild raspberries are soon to follow.
This is not our usual 4th of July. Last night, our 17-year old daughter flew across the world to Japan to begin a three-week adventure as one of five American kids chosen to be Junior Fellows by the Japan Society. It was a 14-hour flight, and I woke up about every two hours, marveling that she still has 8 more hours, six more, four more, two more before she lands. I thought about how long it takes to fly to Chicago or LA, and with each sleepless hour, it felt like she was going further and further away. Finally, at 4:30 am, she texted us to say that she had arrived and she loved us. Relieved, but wide awake, I got up to make a pot of coffee.
I began thinking about love. The lesson I learned earlier this summer was how deep and strong the love is between me and my husband. It took two summers in a row in which he almost died (Lyme Disease that went to his heart last year and the crazy tractor accident two months ago) for me to really get it deep in my bones that this is what real love is all about. Now, in proudly watching my daughter bloom and leave the nest, I know that I will be getting another lesson in love. This one is about letting go. As much as I already miss her, I know that she is ready to fly and I need to trust that she will always want to come home to tell us all about what she saw and what she did and what she learned.
Meanwhile, the horses are very happy that I am paying so much attention to them.
“To live in this world
you must be able
to do three things
to love what is mortal;
to hold it
against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go.”