This year I’ve felt (and still feel) that I have nothing to write or say. There’s just too much, and simultaneously too little.
And yet, if we are to be believers (in something, anything), we tend to believe in some version of this: “Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things” (1 Corinthians 13).
I remember hearing David Whyte talk about Beowulf, and how there is this unrelenting thrum of struggle that doesn’t end, and then it doesn’t end, and then it still does. not. end. Like this year, this relentlessly horrific year.
Maya Angelou said, “Love keeps the stars in the firmament.” It is a force that powerful. If that is true, perhaps in this season of waiting, it’s enough to close our eyes and just say, “Please.” Please be there, please hold, please last, please help, please sustain.
Here is the rest of the poem that the Maya Angelou line is taken from. I believe it to be true.
“Love builds up the broken wall
and straightens the crooked path.
love keeps the stars in the firmament
and imposes rhythm on the ocean tides
each of us is created of it
and i suspect
each of us was created for it.”
Dear Leslie, Thank you for sharing Maya Angelou’s poem: a poem I want to learn by heart and keep there. You are in my heart.
Love you you and your family, Cynthia!
I was happy to see you are writing again. I am grateful for our relationship, our friendship, our bond and our strength through one another. I heard somebody say the following. These are not my words but the message made me think of you. myself and so many others ……….
“Everybody struggles” The response to this statement goes like this
“ Struggle is relative”…l. Everybody’s normal is different but it is real. This conversation reminded me of you, me and many others during the year of 2020. As we celebrate the holidays in our “normal”, may we accept that the struggle is different, but it is our normal and very REAL. Love me