FACING IT
"Maybe
you never get over anything. You just find a way of carrying it as gently as
possible." -- Bronwen
Wallace
Facing it is
deciding not to wipe blood off the floor
Well, not so
much deciding, as letting it sit there, declaring itself.
Facing it is
sitting alone,
watching your
8-year-old play baseball
in a park on a
sunny day
And when she
makes her way around the bases, you think
If this is as
good as it gets –
This is pretty
good.
Facing it is
saying to a new lover,
“What makes
your life meaningful?”
And if he says,
“My gun collection,”
disarming him
with a smile
and cancelling
the next date.
Facing it is
seeing it in others
– an isolated
student or neighbour
entombed in
anger
on the verge
of explosion.
So you listen,
just listen –
a candle in a cave.
Then facing it
is writing it
telling it
to yourself,
to another
to the world.
Facing it is
accepting it
with
compassion and grace
letting your
heart grow wider
and eventually
scrubbing the
blood off the floor
packing up and
moving on
and carrying
it with you,
. . . gently
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