"The friend who can be silent with us
in a moment of despair or confusion,
who can stay with us
in an hour of grief and bereavement,
who can tolerate not knowing...
not healing, not curing...
that is a friend who cares.”
- Henri Nouwen
In gratitude for those friends who quietly sit with us,
with no need to fill the spaces in between the words, no need to advise, no need to know.
It is those friends who understand that the silence between the words is a sacred
healing space and that sometimes all we need is a hug and a piece of chocolate.
That kind of friend is rare indeed.
Once you find them, be grateful and never let them go.
artwork Tree Sisters Best Friends by Claudia Tremblay
Some days I think
"What the heck am
I doing?" or "Why
are things so hard?"
I'm in the middle of
the bridge and I'm
freaking out because
I can't see what's on
the other side.
Of course, those are the days I'm living mostly in my head. Those are days that
I struggle, feeling like the Universe is throwing some almighty big shit at me
and I'm going under. I've actually fallen off the bridge and am drowning in the river.
Then there are those days when everything just lines up in beautiful synchronicity.
There is a flow to the day. I have let go, dropped gently into the river, allowing
the water to take me where it takes me. I am immersed in the flow of the Universe.
I float on top the mystical waters,
trusting in a Higher Power.
THOSE are the days I remember ~ my soul knows.
It knows the plan,
and it knows the way home.
I just have to trust the process.