Despite the wish that I could have read this poignant novel 6 or 7months ago, I wonder, how can we all bury, let go, honor and love the past? Love and let go the futures that can never be written and dreams that never come to fruition. Do we as a culture need to do a better job of carving this space out for ourselves? It made me wish, beyond just the typical memorials and funerals, I had something intentionally entwined in my beliefs that gave me a platform in which to move forward from grief. The spirit of this novel ends so triumphantly this old soul of mine ached for a way to place all dreams broken and crushed by mortar and pistil upon a small altar, and offer them up to the heavens.
How do you walk forward from the end of things, from broken dreams and set aside paths? Is there a rite that is part of your upbringing? Or a new one that you have created that sits well with your own heart? I as always would so love to know. xxoo
PS. Sorry for however this posts. It is beyond midnight here and I am writing this on my iPhone.
PPS. the family in the novel is Japanese-American and I believe their tradition and beliefs are Buddhist.