Reconstruction Ruminations

I don't really like construction sites. They should call them destruction sites, because they usually involve a lot of tearing down and ripping out.

That's how I'm feeling right now. There seems to be a lot of tearing down and ripping out in our family's life.

It's the loss that hurts when I look at construction sites. Seeing the ground turned over, trees cut down, the deep holes like bites out of the earth, all makes me feel crying inside. I am a nature lover through and through. The loss of one tree makes me think of every creature that might have used that tree as a home or source of food. 

My husband was laid off on Monday.

Nature herself helps me to put the loss in perspective. Over the past several years I have seen areas in the parks I wander that have lost massive trees to violent storms, hurricanes, and even a tornado. Loss is part of life. It makes room for new growth and new generations. Leaves drop in autumn as some trees go dormant and nourish the soil. Those trees that were uprooted allow light into the forest, and suddenly sprouts appear in the warmth of spring. I realize there is never nothing after loss. Seeds may be hidden, but they are there, waiting for the right opportunity to grow. Where there is life, there is hope.
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