Reflecting on Endings….

Blue Day at White Sands by Robert H Clark
Fog and rain have filled our days, the sort of cold autumn rain that chills you to the bone. Vivid leaves are plastered to the ground, a welcome relief from the grey skies and incessant downpour. It seems as though the rain began three weeks ago when my friend Ray passed from this life to the next. Our friendship spanned almost fifty years. I don’t know how to begin to describe a relationship like that. I don’t know how to begin to grieve. I do know I find myself laughing as much as crying. So I’m drawn to this masterpiece of a photo by my friend Robert of White Sands, a photo of a desert instead of drenched soil. The overwhelming blue mirrors my sadness, while the blending of the sand and the sky somehow captures the essence of my loss. There is a single point in the distance where it’s difficult to tell where the sand ends and the sky begins. I remember Ray and I riding our bikes to the bookmobile. I remember how we would read the same books and talk about them. No, not like we were in English class. Instead, Ray would make up new endings for a book he didn’t like, or extend the story for characters he couldn’t let go of. I suppose I was one of those characters, and the foundation we built so long ago sustained us both through the vagaries of this life. Ray was one of the few friends who knew of the miscarriages I had before my daughter Tori was born. My husband and I simply stopped telling others I was pregnant, for fear that we would have to tell them I had lost another baby. But I had to tell Ray. I couldn’t keep from telling Ray. He never said things like ‘It will all work out this time’. He simply told me he truly believed God would bring children into my life. He believed in a different ending and when I could not believe on my own I leaned on his belief. Ray was always challenging me, and all those he loved, to create our own endings. He saw no use for a script in this wild, wonderful life. If you don’t like it, make up a new ending. Make time today to open your heart and mind to the possible. Write your own story. Create your own ending. Let go of what is expected, or easy, or just plain comfortable. Build on what brings you joy, rather than allowing the essence of this life to slip through your fingers. Reserve time for your loved ones into your daily schedule, because we do not know what tomorrow may bring. And always remember, while this life may end, love such as this will never die. Text by Connie Chintall ©2014, photo entitled ‘Blue Day at White Sands’ by Robert H Clark, ©2014, All Rights Reserved. To see more of Robert’s work, go to


5 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Ken Gwira
    Oct 16, 2014 @ 13:35:39

    This post flows so beautifully. There is life after this life and that’s how I see my ending. We begin not to end but to continue.


  2. jeanw5
    Oct 18, 2014 @ 10:22:20

    Wow! Your story, the story (or one of them) of your life, is beautiful in a way that goes so far beyond form or substance. It is or seems to be for me, an integral expression of life itself. You span deep emotions and deep thoughts to transcend the very concept of just another story of just another life. It’s inspirational. Thank you for the pleasure of your choosing to share with strangers, who can be strangers no more. I’m sure that I’m not alone in now feeling a part of your story, for it is, now, a part of my life.


    • seekthesacred
      Oct 18, 2014 @ 13:09:55

      Thank you for your kinds words and encouragement. These posts begin with my journaling and evolve into what you see online. Time spent in prayer and meditation slowly distills life into its essence. I often pray at the point of a pen, or at a keyboard, contemplating beautiful images. Perhaps beauty allows us to safely explore pain. God makes a mosaic from the broken pieces, showing that even in sadness there is great joy.


  3. jeanw5
    Oct 18, 2014 @ 14:48:23

    I totally agree. And, thank you for choosing to follow my simple seeker way on


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