This is cross posted from my IG account. My grief is taking most of my words right now.
I wrote something recently where I said “my best friend is on a journey now” wondering where all the wisps of hope and prayers go. Social media gets a lot of attention for all of us showcasing how beautiful our lives are while rarely revealing the heartbreak. I took a picture of my holding her hand in the hospital. She’s wearing a pink breast cancer bracelet that says love much. But that’s not what I’m posting here. I’m posting a picture of us together as I will always remember her. In these next few days as her family sits vigil, and in the ensuing days before two young boys hearts will be broken and they will have to learn to navigate the world always slightly broken, the journey I understand far too well… Please send a prayer. Call your best friend. Learn about why we don’t give enough research dollars to metastatic breast cancer. Love much.
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
from Dream Work by Mary Oliver
published by Atlantic Monthly Press