And anyone who, like me right now, can relate to this bit of Rumi . . .
“Be helpless, dumbfounded,
Unable to say yes or no.
Then a stretcher will come from grace
to gather us up.”
Here’s to stretchers and being gathered up by grace when we’ve spent our grief completely…
2 thoughts on “For Gin . . .”
dang, you are right on, sister…
but i fear for when that stretcher comes.
I must not have hit rock bottom.
what more is in store for us all?
Ah, sweet wild adventure is life.
i can hardly wait.
oiy…i hear you…i think we can trust the stretcher comes along quite a lot…and for some of us moreso than others. it’s difficult to feel and experience life profoundly but it’s a deep blessing too.