It has been a hard month, a hard summer, a hard year, for so many family and friends. I read their words and hear their voices, and all I have been able to do, in the end, is absorb and listen. On occasion I have been able to touch, to hug, and to encourage others to take such action. Sometimes I have offered words of advice but I am beginning to think that, for the most part, those words of advice could be a song or poem or a passage from a book. The words from my mouth are not so important as is my literal or figurative presence. I am lucky to have them in my lives as well.
Despite the title of this post, I do not feel at the center of it all, whatever “it” may be. As a writer, photographer, storyteller, I feel on the periphery, observing the chaos of life from odd angles that reveal ambiguities, sadness, horror, pain but almost always, great beauty, too. When I talk with the friends and family who are struggling I find myself wishing … and then I stop myself. I cannot live other peoples’ lives, but I can and often do ask them, “Without ignoring all that’s going wrong, what is going right? What’s one thing making you happy?” One lovely friend will have a tendency to say, “Well, at least my cat is not dead … yet.” And I’ll say, “Exactly!” 😉
These are the rambling thoughts that come to mind this Sunday morning as I hold close in my heart those who may be feeling a bit alone or vulnerable or just unsure of next steps. I certainly feel that way about some things too. And with that said, what is one thing making me happy at this moment? It is the morning sun falling upon this apple creating a little apple universe. At least I see the stars.
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