These times ask a lot of us. It is no small matter to hold what is unfolding in so many of our individual lives. And, then, add onto that what is happening collectively in our communities, our nation, and all over the world.
It is no small task to keep our eyes, our minds, our hearts and our spirits open. These are the things — these struggles, these losses, these fears and traumas — that we must speak of, pour our life force into, share and give voice to. Otherwise, we are at risk of growing despair and depression, distractions and addictions, projections and rage, and/or a tsunami of overwhelming fear and grief.
We need each other. We need to be speaking and sharing our truth, our experiences, our broken heartedness. This is the noble work of strengthening our hearts, of vulnerability and authenticity, of humility and truth, of caring and compassion and love.
Grief and gratitude are sisters. Ultimately, it is often through the doorway of our sorrows that we come to embody our greatest capacity for joy, compassion, wisdom, and love.
Bless us all.... 🙏💗 Molly
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Wildflowers
How to meet the grey turn of the forecast, the stutter of any new uncertainty. How to tell aloud the thing that broke inside. How to name pain, describe its bones, its cries in the dark. How to bear the way we bear the hurt. How to stop sitting so still in the bearing. How to admit how hard it is. How to carry the grudges, the wounds, the mistakes, the failed efforts, the sour betrayals, the holes we poked in our own eyes. How to stop telling the same old story. How to clear the unclearable decks. How to forgive. How to ask for forgiveness. How to open our mouths for the sake of the wildflowers that live there. How to love through fear and how to create through fear and how to fear through fear. How to say “hello” and mean it. How to say “How are you?” and mean it. How to say “No really, how are you?” and mean it.
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