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March 28, 2008

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Beth. I find your posts so deeply thought-provoking, sad and yet, in some way, kind of reassuring.
We seem to find it so hard to handle death, so difficult to talk about it, let alone face it, and yet it is the one inevitability in this crazy, fast-moving, confusing world. Reading your account of your father-in-law's illness is deeply moving but comforting. And no, I tried and failed to express it better than that, je m'excuse

One year my husband and I and a friend went up to a place on the Saint Lawrence to watch the snow geese migrate. It was like being at an airport. Groups would come in and settle down and others take off. There was a museum there about the geese. It was a campground so we stayed there and watched all day.
Funny thing though, there were also hunting blinds set up and people would come (I guess there's a season) and shoot them. We thought that was somewhat bizarre.
But the geese were lovely.

Be gentle with yourself, Beth, and remember sometimes to rest in the flight of geese, and other such things...

I've watched several books unfold on blogs, now, but this one is still the most interesting to me because I know the author has no idea what the next chapter will be like... and of course because the central character is such a charmer. But I love how you've brought in the snow geese here.

Hang in there.

I have been wanting to post here but not sure how, a drawing of Paul Celan that hangs in my office. Circling his head are the words of this quote of his from Malebranche, "Attention is the natural prayer of the soul." I think of this more and more when I read your recent posts.

This morning I had a sad experience. I was standing in a spot where I had a view of the new construction on the west side of Dorval Golf (northwest of airport) and I saw 2 geese fly quickly by me going west. Well, the construction is replacing a man made lake that used to be frequented by geese on their migrations. 45 minutes later you could see one of those glorious V formations of geese flying east overhead just going into the distance. The sad part was the thought that the two geese I had seen earlier were "scouts" and had to tell the flock that they couldn't stop in this place anymore.

This morning I had a sad experience. I was standing in a spot where I had a view of the new construction on the west side of Dorval Golf (northwest of airport) and I saw 2 geese fly quickly by me going west. Well, the construction is replacing a man made lake that used to be frequented by geese on their migrations. 45 minutes later you could see one of those glorious V formations of geese flying east overhead just going into the distance. The sad part was the thought that the two geese I had seen earlier were "scouts" and had to tell the flock that they couldn't stop in this place anymore.

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