Hello Darling You,
Let’s Pause.
What is it? What is it that your precious heart is carrying this day? It is not good for the body or soul to bottle pain. Might you allow it to spill out? Take a moment and consider what heaviness grips your heart. What burdens do you shoulder? Where is the ache too much to bear?
I invite you into three minutes and thirty-three seconds of honesty. Just 3.33. Might you give yourself that grace? Might you value your pain enough to allow it this small window of absolute attention. Down below I’ve brought you a song. Perhaps it will help you to pause and notice the throbbing in your own dear heart. Maybe just push play and see what happens. If you hate it, you can leave. You are free.
Love Sorrow by Mary Oliver
Love sorrow. She is yours now, and you must
take care of what has been
given. Brush her hair, help her
into her little coat, hold her hand,
especially when crossing a street. For, think,
what if you should lose her? Then you would be
sorrow yourself; her drawn face, her sleeplessness
would be yours. Take care, touch
her forehead that she feel herself not so
utterly alone. And smile, that she does not
altogether forget the world before the lesson.
Have patience in abundance. And do not
ever lie or ever leave her even for a moment
by herself, which is to say, possibly, again,
abandoned. She is strange, mute, difficult,
sometimes unmanageable but, remember, she is a child.
And amazing things can happen. And you may see,
as the two of you go
walking together in the morning light, how
little by little she relaxes; she looks about her;
she begins to grow.