The short poem for today is for those of us who are suffering the sting of far too much loss during this period of COVID-19–when in many cases we can neither see nor touch our loved ones as they slip into rest.
Separation by W. S. Merton
Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.
It’s perfectly okay for you to sit with the loss. It’s okay for you to shut down and cease all the doing and shun all the words firing at you like darts, making your head spin.
This loss, this separation gives you permission to lean into the grief and allow yourself to feel all the things. Or to not feel anything.
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Thank you for this…
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Hugs…
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How beautiful. These are hard times. I miss hugging. Love to you
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Love to you as well, my friend.
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That’s perfect.
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I agree! 😀
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This is such a beautiful post. Thank you
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Thank YOU for appreciating it.
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Big hugs from across the pond, Chandra!
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Right back at you! Did a little birdie drop anything in your mailbox lately? I’m still trying to figure out which countries are not delivering international mail
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Chandra, no mail since March 15th and no news when post offices in my area will resume…
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Oh Pooh! Well, I’ll hold off on letter #2 for now. Hopefully, a bundle of mail joy will be delivered to you soon.
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I hear you, my friend! This beautiful post made me feel the pain that I’m trying to forget through my busy-ness, all day!
Big hugs!
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Feel it. Every bit of it. You will be stronger for it.
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