© Nora Kasten
Oil painting on linen (16"x12") From the archives
A Page From "Healing After Loss" by Martha Whitmore Hickman
"In the midst of winter I discovered that there was in me an invincible summer."
"It surprises us. We know it's a fluke. We know it won't last. Happiness? Contentment? Joy?
And not jut a quick flash of joy, of contentment - as when we are lifted up on wings of song - or by prayer - or by a spectacular sky - or because of a daisy blooming in some field. But a sense that in some way we are going to be able, after all this, to be happy? Whoever would have thought it?
That assurance, too, may slip away. But it will come back. Perhaps each time it will seem less like an astonishing stranger, someone come to visit us in disguise. No, it is real - this fecundity, this extended daylight, this warmth, this beauty of a summer evening. Even in the wintry distress of our pain, we will believe in summer.
Summer has it's storms too. But they will pass. Maybe they will clear the air and bring the world fresh and clean to our attention once more. It is Life calling to us."
"In the midst of winter I will entertain the possibility that summer will come."