Thursday, January 14, 2010

Not Just About Me

In Haiti, I figure, there are lots of people who need to talk about loss.

Lots of grieving people.

I can't go there to listen, but I wish I could.

This is the first time I've felt that way in sixteen-plus months.

That's something, I think.

5 comments:

Gabriele said...

I also came to a moment in the midst of my loss when i realsied that I was not alone, that there are others who suffer just as I did. I had known this intellectually, but it did not break open my isolation. That began to end at the moment when I knew with all of me that suffering is. Suffering is part of the landscape of being human.

I still wonder why? but I do know I am part of the vast spread of humanity. And this knowing gives me another way to live with my loss and suffering.

Karen said...

yes, it's something when your own grief isn't overflowing the banks of your soul, and there is actually a little space to absorb someone else's grief for a while. small steps in healing...

Carol said...

I think this is HUGE. And I'm not surprised at all that you feel this way; it's another example of the kind nature of your being.

karen gerstenberger said...

That is something. I'm sending love to you.

Rev SS said...

Like Carol, I think this is HUGE, and am not surprised. Blessings!