I am sure you have been aware that during recent months I have been traveling and experiencing joys and hardships of those in my close family, hence my minimal postings.
My journeys have come to their conclusion and my life has been enriched and changed as a result. Rare are the occasions in a singular lifetime when a person can spend periods of time with family sufficiently prolonged to be able to become part of the organism, if only temporarily. I am thankful for the chances I have had in this regard.
Reflecting upon lessons learned, both by being homeless and also by passing days and evenings in other homes with differing families, I have come away with helpful reflections:
First, since we live in a time when families — both immediate and extended — have become fragmented and isolated from one another, the unpromising effect of this will be conquered only by intention and resolve. One must will oneself to remain involved in the lives of family members.
Second, it is not a moral mandate to will it, nor is it immoral not to. It is simply a loss to all who don’t rise to the effort of entering another’s world: it is a loss to family members on all sides of the equation.
Third, living with this loss again does not suggest moral deficiency on any party. It is simply a void which might otherwise be filled with good will and a new sense of the people nearest to you. This expands the soul. And we are people who have souls.
Dear friend, remember the people in your life! If they be near or far from you, insofar as you are able, draw near to them and show yourself to be interested in their lives. It will expand you own.
Apologies again for the belated update. It is my sincere hope that, as I resettle, we can communicate with more regularity.
As always, best regards, etc.