You curl around my back like my parentheses. Surrounding my body, my whirling thoughts, my discontent with a bracket as if this period of my life is just a passing thing, something added to the sentence for emphasis only.
You have looked into my wounded eyes and seen clear down to my soul and as you reached down there with your powerful gaze, deep, you dropped a handful of comfort into the empty places. You love me no matter what, in spite of, at all times.
You weep sometimes because I am weeping. Other times you implore me to see the beauty that you see and to turn away from brokenness.
It's been a long season of me in hiding, me in transition, me in the metamorphosis of suffering to find joy. There are some I wonder about. Will they like me after this transformation? There is a magnet in the yellow kitchen that says, "I am on the second leg of a return trip to being ME." You met me before I embarked on the journey. You loved me with so many unknowns. As the shroud lifts from my past and I let you into the darkness there, you show no judgment, you don't despise, you look around those rooms and you cry for what is missing and what exists - the emptiness and the pain.
You hold my hand like I am a little child and lead me through memories like an instructor, teaching me to know myself when I would rather turn away. That is brave. You, HP, have given me grace when I am unlovely.
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Thanks for everything. Peace and Love on your journey.
Thank you Tasha! My sponsor once told me.."You never cried alone, your Higher Power was with you during those times, and may have even cried with you for it saddens Him to know one of His chosen are in pain. He will not stop the pain from happening in our lives, but He awaits eagerly for you to come to Him for comfort and healing". He is waiting...."
I loved this from the first time I read it on Turquoise Gates. I love the verse you didn't include here as well:
I am stronger because of you. More poetic. I dance because of you, and sing, too. I gather up life, all of it, like a heap of golden leaves in autumn, overflowing armfuls. You hunt joy with me and you hand me these gifts of moments all wrapped up and ready to open like presents. Present. You help me see the presents in the present.
I think there's an invisible principle of living...if we believe we're guided through every step of our lives, we are. Its a lovely sight, watching it work.
Yes, my dear friend Gen has been suicidal all week. Each time she doesn't show up at my house for coffee on Monday, I don't know if she's alive or dead. Today she answered the phone, and we spoke of this passage - It's the 2nd time I've posted her on my journal here - as a reminder to me that when I hit my bottom, she did too - we sat at the bar together, and she gave me my pot & cigarettes after I hadn't smoked cigs for 7 yrs,. and pot for over a decade.
She has been living in 'our' bottom this entire past year. This is a reminder to me, that this 12 step program works, but some are not so lucky to be alcoholic and find it. I am grateful to be an alcoholic today - as I sit here listening to her sobs on the other end of the phone as I write this : (
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Thanks for everything. Peace and Love on your journey.