We all have our shit. Call it what you will: baggage, issues, obstacles, whatever. It’s all semantics, and when it comes down to it, it makes us feel like shit, so let’s just call a spade a spade, shall we?
It seems that through our lives, we are confronted with the same shit again and again. We come face to face with something that pushes us to the same edge; we are thrown into the same dark waters, teetering on the bank of descent. Our path might look different, the road might change, our hair a bit darker, a few more lines on our face, but it seems we arrive at the very same summit over and over again.
Life breaks us open and privately we have to sort it out. As individuals, the journey is ours alone - in this body, with this mind and these thoughts and experiences. And when we’re “in it,” we’re really in it. It’s hard to pull ourselves out from under the dark veil of affliction. We are blinded, buried in the pain.
But I don’t want to contemplate the dark fissures of solitude today. That shit is getting old. What I want to talk about is love, the absolutely glorious miracle of this life. Because love trumps solitude. Love trumps darkness and sorrow and all of our baggage any day of the week.
We might not know the corners of one another’s broken hearts, but we have the tools to mend it. We have each other. We have love. And at the end of the day, when we’ve cried our eyes out and there is nothing more to say, love’s embrace fills the void and softens the ache. We always have love to fall back on. So fall back on it. Put your baggage down. That shit’s heavy. Let the miracle of love hold onto it for a while.
Sunday, November 22
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4 comments:
Though I don't feel like I have any 'baggage', I certainly have a few chips and nicks and scratches--and maybe even a small crack or two--on my heart...
You are SO right when you say that there is an answer!
LOVE is the spackle, the caulking, the putty, the glue! It buffs out the tough spots and revitalizes from the inside out!!
Love from friends who KNOW where you've been, where you are...and how heavy that shit really is! Friends who help you get rid of it, or tell you to put it down...or at least help you carry it...
Personally, I could use a dose of Leah Love! Weren't you coming to my house for dinner one of these nights very soon?!
Come on over!
Leave your bags at the door. With a little a little love--and a lotta wine--I'm pretty sure you won't be taking them home with you.
Julie, I love your comments! Thank you for reading and for your feedback; you are a wise woman. And yes, I'm coming over! Let's do it! When? ...can't wait to shoot the shit! ;)
oh sending a blog hug. You are so right on.... 'we all have the tools to mend it'. brilliant. Where is Patty, I thought she was going to strat throwing comments? ;)
Thank you for this entry, Leah. There is courage and encouragement in every line. And your genuiness completely warms my heart and makes me feel love.
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