Today I am writing words in my head
far too many at once
all milling around, brushing past in flashes
bumping into
each other
a song I have recently discovered has carved its place in my heart
the words and melody constantly playing in thoughts
and on my lips
‘she is messy, but she’s kind’…
this, the line I can remember, the rest…
I just hum
last night I watched a documentary called Maiko: Dancing Child
about a prima ballerina with the Norwegian National Ballet
her work and dedication as well as her desire to have a child
but to maintain her place at the top
it was quite touching, quite thought provoking and quite
beautiful, especially of course, brief portions of Swan Lake
and again I marvel at people so very brilliant and focused on their art
and always I admire that true sense of oneself
quite miraculous
this morning
I am reading a book about facing adversity, building resilience
also about grief and how best we can move through it
as well as how very much we need
each other
how we comfort and support
how we
reach out
(or not)
I’m thinking about life and love
friends, colleagues, acquaintances
and
family
how we hold each other up
how we
let each other
down
the stories we tell
when we feel slighted, or hurt, betrayed
how we don’t always ask questions
to
understand
to consider..
how instead we prefer to stick with our version of things
tell our own stories of what someone
is like
or has done or not
done
and how this serves us
and
why…
of how much time is wasted, that will not come back
and whether… it is
that
we even
notice
I’m thinking about respecting one’s privacy
yet sharing our stories
so that other’s may know
that we’re here
about
reaching out in ways that we can
when we can
about connections lost and then
found
or just
lost…
about a willingness to accept new truths
letting go of old stories
forgiveness
and the courage
to be
kind
I’m thinking about empathy and openness
about soft eyes and soft hearts
and
STRENGTH
of character
I’m thinking about boldness and blindness
and ignorance
about the brashness of noise and about
the comforts
of
peace
I’m thinking about genuine goodness
outstretched arms
and the nourishment
one feels
in the offering
of a hug
and also, just where we might be
if maybe
we
tried
to listen…
and then comes, another line from that song,
… ‘she is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie’ ♪♪ ♥