today it is enough to sit on the earth
and look closely at the beauty of living from a cradle of shade.
it is just enough to be alone and taste the stillness of mourning.
to settle into the lush dark shadows and see sunlight,
infinitely brighter, perfectly defined by her darker twin.
moments stretch out just wide enough
to hold the enormity of feelings that weigh on my heart.
a butterfly floats among the languid flowers of summer
defying the heaviness of loss.
cicadas pulse their endless dirge.
a purple black raven punctuates the balance
flying so effortlessly
between dark, light and back again.
each unfurled wing riveting the distance between
fragile, resilient, heard, unheard, heartfelt, heartbroken, seen, and unseen....
if you were a flower
would you spill your love without reservation
across the landscape of life?
would you trail over obstacles,
sweeten the very air we breathe,
sing your song loudly in a brazen profusion of eternal blossoms?
would you recognize yourself in the reflection of the recipients of your love?
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why is it, even the most beautiful among us
are often so unaware of their gifts?
the way our hearts swell just to take in the comfort of their presence,
easy laughter, genuine warmth.
how can people we love,
people who make our world as right as rain
be so invisible to themselves
and their sacred place in our grateful hearts?
maybe, for some, it is not enough to sit firmly on holy ground.
to move from the fingers of life's experiences
into and out of the dualities that wait for us all.
it is not enough to be a harbinger of beauty,
to capture the very essence of life on giant canvases,
speaking the language of miracles and wonder out loud.
for some the dark stone of despair sits on every heart beat
and life itself is a constant struggle to stay above
an undertow so consuming;
they never taste the ease of a bright new day.
for all those among us with their easy smiles,
laughter, gifts, achievements,
their place in the very fabric of our lives.
how many lie awake at night
with an anguish we could never dream of?
yet, who among us
would not drop the ten thousand distractions
of any given day to help a friend, if we only knew.
i sit in the shadows of mourning,
the clouds so impossibly huge. thank god the sky has torn open
in an crashing of thunder, lightening, rain.
and like the raven i fly fly fly
into the heart of darkness then light,
and back again.
oh to place an open palm on each and every wounded heart
who has met a moment
where the enormity of hopelessness
was greater than their ability to navigate
their way on this earth.
to console the essence of those who,
could not be contained in the dualities of life.
***
four years ago today a dear friend took her life;
when the enormity of despair
seemed greater then her ability to chart one more day on earth.
she was a gift that brightened our world.
she had an amazing ability to "see" beauty in others,
while remaining so invisible to herself.
sadly the complexities of depression
never allowed her to experience ease, or
find her perfect place in the house of belonging.
***
today i dedicate my postcards from paradise to all those suffering with
the enormity of depression.
there may be someone closer than we imagine
desperately needing the mirror of our affirming love.
let's make the time to be there for each other.
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