Walk Through

Dear Ones….last week was hard.  It was hard in our lives as a nation and it was hard for me in my vocation for reasons that I won’t get into here but found me deeply disappointed.  It was a hard week for me with some relationships that have been long fractured and that from time to time bring sorrow back to the forefront. 

The pace of my work and last week’s schedule also meant that I had almost no time available to me for the important work of reflection and discernment.  It was all I could do to breathe.  

Last night I went with a group of co-workers to see the latest Wicked movie at the theatre.  We had such a good time!  And yes, I was the one sobbing in my seat.  Because the play came out at around the time I was mourning the loss of a dear friend. She really has stayed with me like a handprint on my heart.  And yesterday was the 19th anniversary of her death.

So it feels like…..a lot.  And I am longing for the space to process it all.  Because for me, if I can do that it gives some measure of comfort and some illusion of control.  It’s helpful to know the difference.

The late Andrea Gibson who also died in 2025, is a luminous poet and I am beginning each morning in this month with her work.   She writes this in her poem Every Time I Ever Said I Want to Die: “If your wounds are still open, trust they are doors to an answer and walk through.” 

My heart is with the people who love Renee Good.  They are processing her wholly unexpected death while under a microscope of news coverage and in this sea of vitriol that has become our country.  

My heart is with all of us whose wounds are still open.  For every person who continues to be excluded from family because of who you are.  For every person who discovers that a conversation about them is happening without them.  For every person who wakes up to a new day with the sting of loss setting the pace for your heart.  I see you.  I am here, with you.  

And to quote my Beloved “Everything’s going to be alright.”