Let's Not Wait

"Anyone who has suffered real loss, the loss of a child, a marriage, a well-loved home, has always had difficulty conveying the absolute sense of devestation to those who are at present more fortunate. As if standing on fishes, Rilke described it, as if the ground had a life of its own and were swimming away underneath him. Many of us who take the solidity of the world for granted have had glimpses of what it would be like to have that ground taken away, " writes David Whyte, in his newest book, The Three Marriages: Reimagining Work, Self and Relationship.

This week, the ground cracked and the earth shook, with news of a loved one, we would have preferred not to hear. Not everyone gets better; not every cancer can be beaten; some of us won't see next year. And the truth is, we kind of all take it for granted that it won't be one of us...this earth shattering thing that happens everyday. But it might.

So let's live and love. Let's honestly understand that life is truly precious. Let's get it once and for all, the impermanence...let's not wait to save our best and kindest words for the funerals. Let's shout them out now, while we still have voice left and those dear ones still have ears to hear.

Please accept my thanks for reading my scribbles and continually sending encouraging words. I am honestly blessed with you dear readers. And to you I send all my best wishes and bushels of love. Trudy

Comments

[Carol Ingells]

Dear Trudy,

Thank you writing when it must be so terribly difficult. The quote you chose was so right on! My heart aches for all of you and I hold you all in my prayer daily! I value you and Gottfried more than I can adequately express. Thank you for your enduring friendship.
With my love and prayer,
Carol

[Carol Ingells]

I heard this read today. I think you may have posted it in the past, but I thought of you and your loved ones and send it on, with love and concern.

Otherwise
Jane Kenyon

I got out of bed
on two strong legs.
It might have been
otherwise. I ate
cereal, sweet
milk, ripe, flawless
peach. It might
have been otherwise.
I took the dog uphill
to the birch wood.
All morning I did
the work I love.

At noon I lay down
with my mate. It might
have been otherwise.
We ate dinner together
at a table with silver
candlesticks. It might
have been otherwise.
I slept in a bed
in a room with paintings
on the walls, and
planned another day
just like this day.
But one day, I know,
it will be otherwise.

[mahima]

trudy
thank you for trusting enough to put your words out there. they soothe me.
i've only just discovered your blog but i'll be coming back for more.
xxx
m