It has been two days since I visited my sister-in-law in the memory care unit. An intense collage of feelings have mixed with tears as I struggle to make sense of the unsensible.
GONE WHERE ARE YOU MOMENTS OF TERROR HUMOR GRIEF UNLESS YOU BECOME LIKE LITTLE CHILDREN YOU CANNOT ENTER THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN WITHOUT THE ABILITY TO THINK…IS THERE A SOUL it’s all there.
Phyllis was diagnosed with Alzheimers two years ago and now after another fall and a broken hip and a move, the disease has progressed dramatically in a short time. I am grateful that my brother hasn’t lived to witness this.
At last this morning I was gifted with a measure of sense and hope:
Hearts fractured by death, separation, sickness, adversity. Hearts seamed and soldered. Hearts held intact by personal courage and the solidarity of the human spirit. I experience all of this today as I meander through the WP Reader. I am deeply moved by the depth of pain and bloggers’ responses to it. Expectations of joy abound at this season. Sorrow is often unwelcome, yet, the courageous expression of it bears witness to the heart of humanity. The willingness to acknowledge our pain and live through it to the other side, is incarnation.
Walking together through our diverse experiences of Christmas has been one of the most profound expressions of community I have had. I feel supported in my own experience by people whom I don’t really know, because our humanity unites us. When bloggers share their experience with integrity and conviction, it tells their readers that they are not alone. Today I breathe in community and release isolation. I am proud to be on this human journey with you. Merry Christmas!
Breathing in, I put on peace.
Breathing out, I release anxiety.
Breathing in, I embrace community.
Breathing out, I release isolation.