Monday, December 13, 2010
I can't write about life now.
I can't put it into words.
I can't seem to wrap my mind or heart around the lessons of letting go.
I can't put much effort into things that held my rapt attention before.
I can't help my son with heroin addiction.
I can't seem to move into the mystery without fear right now.
I can survive the time in this proverbial wilderness.
I can just acknowledge this temporary inertia... this plateau.
I can get my bearings and move forward.
I can make small choices for the better.
I can choose to see the wonder around us.
I can continue to move.
I can find and focus on reasons to be happy, reasons to be well.
I can love the person while hating the disease.
I can forgive myself for being angry and afraid.
I can comfort those around me.
I can accept comfort from those who care.
I can remember we're never alone.
I can have gratitude for the tough lesson of letting go.
I can believe in grace.
I can live with grace.