Wild Geese

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.

Wild Geese
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

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17 responses

    • Sweet J. I’m sitting here sleepless in bed scrolling through my phone like a lifeline. To say nothing seemed wrong– but I didn’t want people to feel obliged to comment. I am reminded though of the solace of another person saying they are out there…. I remember Mel likening the act of blogging once to sending out a message in a bottle or a missive out into space and hearing the faint reply. We are here together. You are not alone. Xo. Thank you

      Pam

    • Sweet Mel. I will forever be grateful to you for opening this world of blogging to me. Had I never found it I wouldn’t have such kind words on days like this.

      So much love to you my friend,

      Pam

  1. There is no way around it, only through it. Hold on. Your love for her and her children and family also makes a difference, a huge one.

    My daughter (5) keeps asking for bedtime stories about characters dying. I struggle to know how to tell these stories truthfully. But I figure it isn’t too early to begin to learn.

    Love Mary Oliver, thanks for sharing that. I don’t read enough poetry.

  2. abiding with you through tears. there is no justice, but I hope you both find peace.
    much love and light to you and your dear friend. xo

    • Thank you Lori. She’s still in transition but its hard to tell now. Hospice and a Rapidly deteriorating aggressive disease pattern. Thank you so much for your loving thoughts.

      Xo

      Pam

    • I love you friend. I’ve been writing my response email in my head. I’m sorry I’m a little bit behind. Your words really really mean a lot.

      Xo

      Pam

      • Ah, don’t worry about it, you have other things on your mind….it took me the entire day to write that email (in dribs and drabs) so it was barely cohesive, just rambling. Kinda like this reply.

  3. We ARE here together. You are NOT alone. I wish I could think of something more original & profound & comforting to say beyond that. Just know that many thoughts & prayers are with you & your friend (mind included). ((((hugs))))

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