The rock doesn’t take it personally when the wave crashes over it, nor does the wave take it personally when the rock interrupts it, nor do the gulls take it personally when the spray is hard enough to send them flying, nor does the spray take it personally when the birds leave it to its own settling.
Here we are on shore, interrupting one another, speaking accidental slights, forgetting to notice what the other needs, growing angry at the behavior of careless visitors.
The truth is, no promises were ever made, so there’s never been a promise to break.
What besides us in this whole landscape takes it personally?
On this path I’ve begun asking myself what I need from the world, and I’ve begun asking why. And I’ve been wondering about the seeds of dissatisfaction and alibis, and how I follow where impulses lead--
and why. I slow down and demystify the feelings I take from tears and laughter when they arise. And I try not to try. I try not to dwell for long on after or before. I don’t get lost in the weeds.
I try not to try, and I don’t have to succeed. I’ve begun to take it lightly when I flail—to say it’s just a draft or a gift for the compost pile, and rightly. I began a long time ago to die.
I drop hold of each day’s motions nightly, and I’ve begun to wake in strange delight.
A Visitor Called Sadly
A certain kind of Sadly seemed to seep into my soul. I knew because I noticed a heavy, heart-shaped hole.
I stepped inside the heaviness. My breath blew out a tad. I heard the Sadly’s message. The message was: “I’m sad.”
My sense of awful heightened. My eyes went warm and wet. My belly dropped and tightened-- I could feel it felt upset.
But I sat there with the Sadly, and I watched it gently cry, and I felt it in my body until our tears went dry.
And then I saw a window, a warming ray of sun; and inside came a lightness that felt like feeling done.
I reached out to the Sadly that came in so bereft, but the heavy hole had vanished and the sadly simply left.
And now I think I understand what made the Sadly melt. It wanted to be sat with. It needed to be felt.
I leave a doorway open, a heart-shaped passageway in case the Sadly comes again. I think it knows it may.