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…
dang, you are right on, sister…
again…
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.