There Will Be Another Season

There was a time during the depths of my grieving when I felt as if I were drowning. M and I went for a walk in nearby park. Here is an excerpt from Dancing Alone: Learning to Live Again where she helped me through the moment:

“M didn’t answer right away. Instead, she stopped and pulled out her iPhone, turning to the wild flowers just off the trail’s edge.

“I love wild flowers. I must take a photo,” she said. “They only come once a year. They give us their beauty if we are awake to appreciate their gift. They die in the fall, and spring forth again for their next growing season. Think God is sending us a message about life with the flowers?” She didn’t wait for me to answer. “Babe gave us her beauty, especially to you, and she gave it to all she met. Always be grateful for her gift, Ray. You don’t cry when the wild flowers die, you know there will be another season. God is telling you there will be another season.”

I couldn’t help myself as tears rolled down my cheeks. I embraced M. After a moment, I let go.

“Thank you. There will be another season,” I said, reassuring myself.”

Excerpt From

Dancing Alone: Learning to Live Again. Available in paperback and ebook formats from Amazon, Barnes & Noble, iTunes, and Kobo.

Ray Calabrese

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Author: Ray Calabrese

I am an optimistic, can do, and never quit guy. The spirit of hope indelibly marks my DNA. My research at The Ohio State University helped people discover the best in themselves and change their personal lives, public organizations, and whole communities. I bring the same spirit and enthusiasm to my blog to help those who grieve who find themselves suddenly alone, navigate their grieving. Join my more than 24,300Twitter (@alwaysgoodstuff). I promise my tweets are always good stuff. Please feel free to email me at

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