Saturday, May 12, 2012
When I'm restless, out of sorts, and weary I like to open the list of followers for this blog and learn who you are. I go to your blogs, I read your stories, I meet you, as best I can. I am always surprised by who you are, and often wonder how you found me.
The other day I was talking to a friend. I said, "I don't know why so many people read," and I don't mean that in a self deprecating tell me you love me way. I'm just grateful to be heard, to have my grief cradled in so many hands.
I'm a mess.
A broken, heart sore mess.
It hurts. I can't breathe. I'm struggling.
But I feel surrounded, lifted up, carried through the crashing waves.
Thank you for bearing witness.
Thank you for remembering with us.