Your essay made me think of Tagore—first The Gardener, for obvious reasons, and then this line from Gitanjali: “This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.” It seems especially apt for your idea that an ending may simply make room for another flowering.
Thank you Sophia. Sometimes I feel like learning Bengali just so I can read him the original. And yes, each ending is a beginning, even when it doesn’t feel like that. I often have to remind myself: this is as young as I will ever be. Each moment is anew.
Your essay made me think of Tagore—first The Gardener, for obvious reasons, and then this line from Gitanjali: “This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.” It seems especially apt for your idea that an ending may simply make room for another flowering.
Thank you Sophia. Sometimes I feel like learning Bengali just so I can read him the original. And yes, each ending is a beginning, even when it doesn’t feel like that. I often have to remind myself: this is as young as I will ever be. Each moment is anew.