It was a day of confusion and misunderstanding. I found this photo I took of the river by the house we stayed in up in Washington last month. I like looking at photographs of moving water as a reminder that change always comes. My emotions are all mixed up tonight. I was sitting in front of the bookcase in our bedroom and I found this book Kitchen Table Wisdom: Stories That Heal by Rachel Naomi Remen, M.D., that I read years back when I was working as a hospice social worker. I highly recommend this book. It’s one of those books you could read over and over again.  Here’s the beginning paragraph of her chapter called “Endbeginnings:”

I was thirty-five years old before I understood that there is no ending without a beginning. That beginnings and endings are always right up against each other. Nothing ever ends without something else beginning or begins without something else ending. Perhaps this would be easier to remember if we had a word for it. Something like “end begin,” or “beginend.”