Where do you suppose we would be
if we were not constantly blasting the
stories of the day
news cycle upon news cycle uponnewscycle
Are we so better informed
or merely so much better misinformed
do you think that you would be missing
something
if you did not
know
if someone wasn’t constantly telling you how
you might apply soap to ‘properly’ wash your hands
if some company hadn’t suddenly amped up marketing
of chemicals to apply
regardless of what they may be doing to your skin
if you didn’t meet hyped up frenzy with your own two cents
of frothed up
lather
where would you be, in your day to day
living
this week I mention to a friend whose anxiety is high,
that this
is not a weight I am willing to carry
I cannot hold this kind of fear
in my body, (this I know)
quite frankly I probably internalize enough
irrational fears just being the sort of thinking person that I am,
and because you see, instead,
what I AM carrying
is
this
the daughter of someone we know, a young woman
mother of three small children, a wife, a sister
has just found out that she has stage 4 inoperable brain cancer
please take a moment
to let that sentence settle in to your bones
stage 4….. inoperable …. brain cancer… 18 months to live.
on Saturday, I read an open letter that she has written
to inform family & friends of what is happening
for them
and although, this is not someone I know well
(sort of by association)
I do know well,
that indeed… all the way inside myself, I am holding this
I say to my husband, what would we do
what would you do, how could you even take this in?
without hesitation he says to me, I don’t want to play this game.
so I carry it
inside
I turn off the news, I pay no attention to unfounded panic
and things we can grab
I hold on to unexplainable questions and great pain
hoping that possibly I
might take some of the burden away
and somehow
replace it
with love
because that’s all I know how to do
when things are beyond the uncertain
meet the world
with love ♥
(the above information is in no way meant to garner sympathies or sorry’s for myself, as that would be misplaced,
possibly instead of snatching up toilet paper, you could just offer another human a little kindness)