Time, like the river in Tartu - free now from the ice that bound it - flows on. The water, carrying an occasional piece of ice, flows steadily under the bridges there in the city and somewhere beyond, empties into the sea.
And so it is with the three months I have had the privilege of being here. These people, this country, will remain in my heart. I may never come back. But, then again I might! But for now, time like the river has gone under the bridge.
Tuesday was the last time to go to Tartu. The four who have steadily come and quietly, patiently listened in my group there have touched my heart deeper than any others. I don't really know why. I know too that the feeling was mutual. Along with the memories, I have their picture, and they have mine. I have a little "friendship rock" painted like a ladybug that Anni gave me along with a hug. What I hope most is that some of the seed sown these weeks has fallen into "good soil".
In contemplation, all things do end. Life is full of growth and changes and moving beyond. Life is full of good-byes - some more difficult that others. But, each "end" also opens a new beginning!
3 comments:
Love you! can't wait to see you soon and get a face-to-face visit about your time there. It been so obvious by your letters & posts that the days have been ever so precious. Looking forward, as always, to the next chapter unfoldng....Dan & cyndie
Dear Mom,
It is a good thing that each time you "leave a piece of your heart" somewhere, your heart grows even bigger.
love,
TheMiddleOne
We know from your comments how much you have enjoyed your stay there and the people and all you will be leaving behind. Good that you feel that way, but we will be glad to see you back here in Nebraska also!! Wayne and Darlene
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