All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of
holding on and letting go.
Summer's door has been flung open...
I cast one last furtive glance towards
what can nor ever will be again.
I know life must be a forward journey.
That we live and learn, and the past
in all it's joys and sorrow,it's highs and lows...
shape us into who we've become today.
I pray I will not; because of fear or selfishness,
keep my children from experiencing all that life has to offer and teach them.
May they be rapt learners.
It takes a certain type of bravery from Above to be able to cross that bridge to the unknown.
Whether it's a child's first day of school or the last.
We must be strong and remember to hold the memories close enough to comfort us, but far enough away not to cripple.
I always get sentimental at the end of the school year and beginning of summer...
It seems to reiterate so profoundly the ceaseless ebb of time.
Today second daughter wrote her last exam for grade 11,
then I took her to the camp she will be counselling at for the summer.
(hence the somewhat somber mood!)