It is hard to let go of someone you love.
In a children’s novel by Natalie Babbitt called, “Tuck Everlasting”” a family is walking along a path in the wood and they stop to drink from a stream. Later, the Tuck family grasped that this was no ordinary stream, for the moment they drank the water they stopped aging. No harm could come to them but they were destined to roam the earth forever. In time, they realized some of the unforeseen consequences of being immortal. They felt stuck in the world in a most unnatural way and decidedly, a fate they wished on no one. This children’s novel was offered to me by my mother’s long time family physician. He suggested I share it with my family and perhaps read it to my mom.
I found reading to my mom an enriching way to spend time together in the garden. There I began to recount some of my favorite stories that I read as a young girl; “The Secret Garden”, Jane Eyre and my mom’s favorite, “The Wind in the Willows.” My sister, Pat has been enjoying reading to our mom from a beautifully illustrated tale by Beatrice Potter.
Stories open the door to imagination; to a magical, mythical place that connects us to less complicated times as we drift into the carefree ease of childhood memories; of long summer days and enchanting evenings aglow with fireflies and crickets song.
Our stories bring us home to the lost parts of ourselves and back to one another. Do you recall the comfort of perching in a grownups lap, enveloped in the arms of a book? What story is waiting to be discovered by you?
In simple ways we can share our love.
Liz Sorensen Wessel
Mandala by ~liz