Last night I was hit with a wave of pain. My brother passed away on April 14th of this year, and I’ve been doing pretty well with it, and then, there was a jolt. I found myself with these words.
Younger brother dies
Night light out
A bulb crushed –
I woke in the night and went outside to bathe in the light of the full moon.
And then this morning my son sent a video of three week old grandchild playing with his activity gym, and then he called and the three of us Face-timed.
On his back, the little guy is grabbing for the ring, and then, on his tummy clearly wants to crawl. He’s working hard moving arms and legs and yet, for now, staying in one place.
I sit with that today, with how Brene Brown writes and speaks of how we’re wired for struggle. We’re made to pull ourselves up from the support of gravity and stand between earth and sky in our aliveness, aliveness in every cell.
Perhaps that helps with the news of the day. I know my attitude is key. My ability to use my hands and feet in soft radiation from my heart allows me to meet what comes, to receive challenges and curve them in new ways, and yet when I think of nearly 70,000 migrant children held in U.S. custody this year, my heart spills open, a bulb crushed.