I’ve rewritten this so many times. It’s not important to anyone but me. But maybe someone else feels like this. Idk. Everything that’s been going on lately from looking for a new job to earthquakes to COVID-19 have brought up so many familiar feelings of being trapped, stuck, helpless, alone, and fearful.
What I really I wanted to say that it can feel incredibly vulnerable asking for help even when you know you really need it. It’s so easy to tell yourself stories about why you cannot or should not share your feelings or ask for what you need. But this last weekend I had to admit that I wasn’t doing well and I needed help. There have been a lot of tears, a lot of prayers, a lot of shame but then, finally, I reached out to a couple of friends and I made an appointment with a doctor. Both of those things felt like tiny, important miracles and have given me a small sense of control and hope and gratitude. 📷: maplesyruponly on flickr
𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠
I do not know what gorgeous thing
the bluebird keeps saying,
his voice easing out of his throat,
beak, body into the pink air
of the early morning. I like it
whatever it is. Sometimes
it seems the only thing in the world
that is without dark thoughts.
Sometimes it seems the only thing
in the world that is without
questions that can’t and probably
never will be answered, the
only thing that is entirely content
with the pink, then clear white
morning and, gratefully, says so.
By Mary Oliver / 📷: greyowl on Flickr
