she enters into her twilight with grace new days are given us all - from time alone we construct our lives - spending, giving, enduring, accepting. the seasons come and go - our children grow and change - hurting, healing, giving, receiving. so do days become memories - both for ourselves - including others - and for others - including ourselves. tranquility comes at the days end - we bask in its quietude as the dark gathers - and candles beckon us to our rest. she enters into her twilight with grace.

to mother, on her 82nd birthday. finding joy again after a time of troubles - for she knows the direction of the wind. picture by her grandson. cambridge bay, nunavut.

1journey.net     nov 2004 elias