How much do I grasp of this journey and the remarkable relationships I have been given? And as we all move from day to day, how often am I missing the presence Divine in the midst of the everyday? I might be missing a lot, and I would like to change that.
Now deep in middle age, and passing more milestones in life, do I even have something close to a sense of wonder and mystery about it all? Is there, deep within me, a glimpse of a vague understanding of my part in this relentless, remarkable, enchanting, mysterious gift I have been given in the form of friends and family?

It seems we hold these moments of life with our children like some kind of impossible net made of gossamer threads. We can never get a complete or permanent grip. And, it seems, this is the way it is meant to be.
Kevin Kling is a storyteller, and I recently heard him interviewed. He said this, that completely struck me; it was an epiphany of sorts:
"As children, we are closer in time to the Creator. I realized who I connected with. As a kid, I connected with my grandparents. We were in the same light. I was in the dawn, and they were in the twilight, but we were in the same light. They were heading to the Creator, and I was coming from the Creator. And, because of that, we spoke a very similar language. I wondered as I was getting older and as I looked back, where that goes. Because it does go. We become entrenched in this world. As time goes on, and we come to the end of our lives, we return to that point."

As this new chapter of life in the form of "empty nest" comes into focus, I want to pay attention, to make a difference in the lives of others, and to remember and celebrate it.