Remain As We Are














Our final dogwood leans
over the forest floor

offering berries
to the birds, the squirrels.

It’s a relic
of the days when dogwoods

flourished—creamy lace in April,
spilled milk in May—

their beauty delicate
but commonplace.

When I took for granted
that the world would remain

as it was, and I
would remain with it.
~Linda Pastan “Elegy”














The inevitable change of the seasons, as portrayed by the branches of our aging pink dogwood tree, is a reminder nothing stays the same.

Like this old tree, I lean over more, I have a few bare branches with no leaves, I have my share of broken limbs, I have my share of blight and curl.

Yet each stage and transition has its own beauty:  a breathtaking depth of color flourishes on what once was bare.

Nothing is to be taken for granted.  Nothing remains as it was.

Especially me.  Oh, especially me.













4 thoughts on “Remain As We Are

  1. I always appreciate the writings you share, but more your own. It seems this stage of life lends itself to much discerning and clarity and you express it beautifully. Thank you again.♥

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  2. ‘Nothing remains as it was.’
    And that is God’s continuing blessing and gift to you, dear Emily — your growth as faithful disciple and Christian Evangelist, healing physician, beloved wife, mother and grandmother, friend to many in print and in person as you toil in ‘the vineyard of the Lord’ sharing your time, your caring, your wisdom borne of experiences in the vineyard, your exceptional multi talents with all – seen and unseen.
    Thank you!

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  3. We had an old sour cherry that produced 96 pounds in the year I decided to measure. It was toppled by a storm, and continued to produce cherries while lying on the ground. Even when branches broke from the strain of supporting the tree, it continued to produce. During its last seasons, the core was gone and only the bark was left. It continued to produce. Think of the decades it nourished people, birds and polllinators! Not unlike some of the elderly for whom I’ve cared. How I wish I had photos of its spring blossoms!

    Thank you, Emily, for the memory.

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  4. ahh…i love my pink dogwoods, and all the stages of their being. they have been a constant in my yard for more than 33 years. a wondrous reminder of His steady promises through all the hurdles and joys life has held for us. thank you for your incredible photos, and your deep writing, forcing us to think and feel and find what He has for us.


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