the really great thing about unlocking the door to the unseen and sharing its contents, is that it often helps others to do the same. to all of you who reached out to me after my post last week, sharing your own journey, the root of your own pain, your suffering, your grief and your light; thank you.
more than anything, hearing your stories and knowing that i am not alone, that you are not alone that we are all in this together makes the healing and the realness so much more palpable.
a very special woman emailed me this week and shared with me a poem i had not yet read.
i sat in my parked car, waiting to pick up flowers for my (prayers-to-the-universe) newly cancer-free aunt and for the first time read these words…
The Well of Grief
Those who will not slip beneath
the still surface on the well of griefturning downward through its black water
to the place we cannot breathewill never know the source from which we drink,
the secret water, cold and clear,nor find in the darkness glimmering
the small round coins
thrown by those who wished for something else.— David Whyte
from Where Many Rivers Meet
continuously making their way through my head, in and out of my thoughts, these words i cherish.
i know for certain, and can tell you with confidence: it is so worth it. those glimmering coins would be nothing more than ordinary in the bright warmth of shallow water.
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and because the past few weeks have seemed somewhat…heavy, i wanted to share with you something else. something just as sweet, but slightly more …light.
two weeks ago, justin and i and a couple of his colleagues detoxed. as in, didn’t eat anything toxic (?) like caffeine, alcohol, gluten, starches, sugars. incorporating lots of really green greens and oily oils. and an absurd amount of roots. dandelion, beet, japanese maple. (ok, i might be lying about the last one.)
and it felt really great.
but was really boring.
and truly what i realized from that week (even more than any other year we’ve done this – about four now) was this:
these days/years i don’t get out a whole lot. my days, although often splendid, are spent in the company of a two and three year old, sweats, my computer, and the occasional craft.
due to this, alcohol, sugar and gluten are essential to my existence and survival.
not necessarily in excess….but steady moderation.
point in case: this evening.
nothing goes with sunday dinner and football quite like an ice-cream run. especially on the first day to hit single digits this winter.
how bout that drip?
a bit of a chocolate high.
and subsequent intoxication.
happy sunday.
blessed be.
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