“Perhaps we would bear our sadness with greater trust than we have in our joys. For they are the moments when something new has entered us, something unknown; our feelings grow mute in shy embarrassment, everything in us withdraws, a silence arises, and the new experience, which no one knows, stands in the midst of it all and says nothing. ”
When I am hurt-and that is often-I now try to see it as something other than pain. When I am lost-and that is often-I remember to take a deep breath and look around to see the new place I am in. I have always been okay with being vulnerable to the attacks of the world. However, as I grow older, I am getting weary. I have the urge to protect myself and not feel sadness with as much frequency as I have recklessly done in my youth. This would be a mistake. Sadness has been misunderstood. Sadness is the soul recognizing change.
It has been a fortnight at least since my last post. I had mentally withdrawn into myself. I thought that this blog was also a useless bit of personal diary. And then came the calls, the emails, and a barrage of facebook notes asking if I’ve been anywhere from ill to dead. These inquiries have allowed me to realize how many of you read and that my posts need not stop, despite where I think my head may be. Thank you all for awakening my soul.