I once dated a man whose mother I loved. I loved the man, too, but our relationship came to an end simply because not all romances are meant to last eternal. When it did, I wrote this woman a letter expressing regret that I would not become her daughter. She wrote me back something I never forgot. “The woods are my church,” she said. “When I walk in them, I say prayers for all my babies, and this includes you.” As I’ve walked through the woods of the Outer Cape this last month, I’ve often thought of her kind words. Love doesn’t end; it just changes form. Nature teaches us this every day.
I once dated a man whose mother I loved. I loved the man, too, but our relationship came to an end simply because not all romances are meant to last eternal. When it did, I wrote this woman a letter expressing regret that I would not become her daughter. She wrote me back something I never forgot. “The woods are my church,” she said. “When I walk in them
, I say prayers for all my babies, and this includes you.” As I’ve walked through the woods of the Outer Cape this last month, I’ve often thought of her kind words. Love doesn’t end; it just changes form. Nature teaches us this every day.