Move on is one of those wagging-finger sentiments like don't dwell and focus on the blessings that makes me feel like I'm either going crazy, or yelling into the wind. Or both. With an audience full of backseat drivers.
How is it done, exactly? How do we reconcile this loss with this life? Is it really so simple? Is there a 'The Clapper' for grief that I don't know about?
In one way or another, many of the posts you shared this month seemed to touch on reconciliation. You wrote of living children, of the heart-dizziness that comes from time's trudging along. And of staying open, as one new sister writes of with such grace.
This month we honour Gal, mama to angelbaby Tikva, for her post Thanking, loving, feeling my daughter on her blog Growing Inside. Her words are pure, concentrated love--a love that pokes holes of light in the darknesses of others. Thank you, Gal.
Remember to nominate your favourites by the 14th of every month--thanks to everyone.
September's glowing nominees were, in random order:
Carly for her kindness and remembrance at Names in the Sand