Reaching Out

When someone I care about is hurting, I have an almost unbearable desire to jump in and try to save them from whatever it is, or might be. Experience, though, has taught me not to do it.

There are times when no action is the only right one.

Mourning is one of those times when it takes as long as it takes. Hearts cannot be rushed no matter what. All of our parts must come together to build the bridge across the emptiness of a space that once held someone we loved.

Transitions are another. They come along, appearing as log jams, when they are simply opportunities for a new awareness to step up and take over. No one else can do it for us. In fact, any attempt to do so only lengthens the process.

The formulas remain the same. Even if we don’t know what they are, or were, eventually, they will realign themselves and all will be well.

I’m here. Don’t think I’m not. Sometimes love comes disguised as space.