Frederic Larson, Silent Night, Mystical San Francisco
Feeling a bit of my darkness today, as Christmas Eve brings up the memories of those lost to me and mixes with the happiness of having those in my life who are with me now. I never quite know how to feel about this… but I know it is not a unique feeling this time of year. Auld lang syne, and all that.
Via Whiskey River today:
“When we imagine that our experience is unique, we may imagine ourselves particularly talented or particularly hopeless at whatever it is we’re doing. But since all of us are struggling with the same problems inherent in being human, it turns out that all those things we thought were so unique about ourselves are precisely what we have most in common.”
– Barry Magid, Ending the Pursuit of Happiness
There Is A Brokenness
by RashaniThere is a brokenness
out of which comes the unbroken,
A shatteredness out of which blooms the unshatterable.
There is a sorrow
Beyond all grief which leads to joy
And a fragility
Out of which depth emerges strength.
There is a hollow space
Too vast for words
Through which we pass with each loss,
Out of whose darkness we are sanctified into being.
There is a cry deeper than all sound
Whose serrated edges cut the heart
As we break open
To the place inside which is unbreakable
And whole.
To all those suffering with losses this Christmas, my heart goes out to you. Those loved ones will never again join you to celebrate the holidays, but they will always be with you in your heart. Remember them with a moment of silence and then move your heart into joy, for having known them. We cannot celebrate birth and the new life brought into the world without recognizing death and knowing our light will eventually fade, and we will return to the Silence that is our real nature.
May all beings know peace.
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