Another deep sigh...
The sun is shining, yes- I see it.
The bright-glow moon out last night- will I convey where it found me?
I hear the guineas
knee deep in cold-white,frozen fluffy powder- still calling, still alive. The one leader always taking the first treacherous risks/steps so that the others might follow. Ah, yes- I see that too.
In time, I get it.
I see where someone plowed our drive as we were a bit unable for awhile. All the hopeless moments I spent seething, wondering "where is the kindness, where are the friends, the others, the..." just like me, they take a bit to catch on maybe. And then- there they were...helping; silently sweetly anonymously- lending a hand.
And we worry about so much, his job. Our savings. But we wonder too, more than worry- we wonder.
The folks back home who struggle too, who lose too- their sure footing because someone hurt them in word or deed, right when they most needed assurance, a gentle strong kindness to see them through....
And then we see this morning, in the form of green carnations and bowed heads came griefs shared, sorrows carried for a time so the family who lost more than any of them can ever say, at least, at least they know that many have risen so that they do not have to. For now- the hearts of mankind are thawed, open, beating one tick at a time together, as the black limo passes.
A kind act in snow removal, or a tiny, green tinged petal of a flower that lands at one's window at least, at least! I can finally see what my eyes have painfully adjusted to- love bears all.
When others reveal to the one's who are suffering an out and out down-in-the-dirt-too raw empathy- that is compassion; the necessary ingredient in healing. Without it, scars form over wounds that will not heal.
And so it is at this time of year, the darkest days soon revealing more light- I pray for you and I pray for me, that we may find within ourselves deep wells of compassion.
And if you think it is not within you, I pray you think again- for even the most lowly among us have it there in that invisible dimension although no one ever knows this until it is shared.
That's how it works and many, many times- most silently. No words are necessary- green carnations, a bowed head, tears,sobs, a hand upon a shoulder, a nod of understanding, a squeeze of fingers...
A freshly plowed drive, by a black truck that no one seems to know who it's owner is....
Peace to you and yours. And snow bright joy...take care-