Today is my 40th birthday and, oh, there is so much to ponder. So much over the last year has broken me. So much has summoned that fragmented strength that only seems to crystalize when the desperate choice is to crumble in hopelessness or stagger forward in determination. Originally, for my annual birthday soliloquy, I was going to write about that personal struggle.
But this year brought something else. Something that isn’t breaking only my heart, but breaking the world’s hearts. While racing for survival, we are being forced to slow down and reconsider everything from our daily tasks to our deepest fears. I am not grateful for the pain we are collectively experiencing, but I am grateful for the love it is raising. In these hard times, may we hold protective space for our healthcare workers, grocery store clerks and all other essential personnel. Even in our exhaustion, may we shine the light of our souls on every other soul we encounter, remembering light need not be blinding to reach a heart sitting in the dark. Right now, it’s okay to be soft.
Softer By JM Guzzetti It's not like the fences have been smashed and lay splintered in the grass. It's more like they're melting puddles of fabricated fear transformed. Love seeping into the soil where flowers curled and buried for far too long are awaking, blossoming, giving their fragrance smiling at our elderly neighbor perched in his chair on the porch. For the first time in a long time we wave to each other across the yard. It's not like the highways have crumbled piles of rubble on the ground. It's more like they're sleeping deep breathing. Their silence holding space for our healing. Pheasants and turkeys and deer all taking their turn the trees exhaling deeply after hyperventilating trying to transform our exhaust for far too long. For the first time in a long time our commute is keeping us home. It's not like our obligations have evaporated with nothing to do but cook in our kitchens play with our children and connect with friends. It's more like something has shifted aware now that our inbox was the most important recipient of our time and attention for far too long. We're walking softer today. Our walls only silky petals to see through. Our roads less travelled a silence to breathe through. For the first time in along time we realize our lives should we be fortunate enough to keep them are a journey to love through.
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