what makes me sad is sharing half-truths.
no matter what we say it seems we can’t wrap the whole truth of life into 1,000 words, let alone a half sentence.
no matter what we say we can’t express the mystery.
sometimes that makes me very happy. inexpressibly happy, even! to not be able to express the mystery of life’s constant inexpressibility. it’s a gift, really, a hidden gift, but a gift nonetheless.
sometimes we weep in frustration attempting to share what can’t be shared.
every time i type the word “i” it’s misunderstood, at least by myself.
i want to type: this is true, and this is true, and this is also true, and everything not typed is also true.
yet the mind dictates we limit our truths in this world brimming with opposites.
i want to be everything in the world–for everyone and myself. to hold up a cornucopia filled with every known harvest in the Universe and sing, “truth, truth, truth…”
limits make me sad. judgments make me sad. jail bars of perception make me cry endless rivers of tears.
writing this post may make me sad because i haven’t said everything in the universe on this most heart-ful of days, because we’ve ignored the suffering of smeared ashes and starving babies and the next moment’s tragedy.
what holds our sadness always, valentine?
a bigger heart than we can imagine holds us in its red beating embrace, always. a bigger heart than we can dream holds us as we weep over sadnesses that others attempt to croon away whispering it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter…
when we simply want to welcome our sadness into the heart of life and say, yes, you too, you belong here, no one shall be turned away in grief, in regrets, in what sometimes seems like endless sorrow.
you may stay sadness, and we’ll feed you cupcakes with heart-shaped candies and baby you with sweet steaming lattes and listen to every last glass-sharp inner pain and cry with you, yes, we’ll cry with you, we’ll never stop crying until you’re truly seen, you’re understood once again, you’re steady enough to stand on two feet and walk back into the jeweled world to learn again…
we’re loved so fully by this valentine heart that it won’t reject a single part of who we really are. it knows we’re everything said and unsaid. it knows we’re what can never be spoken–
–except in the endless song of its inclusive love–singing us back together in each new moment of possibility, allowing us to exist in the totality of our unfathomable mystery.
Beautifully expressed, Kathy…poetic and heartfelt ♥ I can almost feel your heartbeat in the words ♥
Beautiful. Simply beautiful.
Oh, Kathy, unfathomably beautiful.
If I didn’t know better, I might be a little concerned about the river of tears. But, we’ll allow those too, if they shall come to pass 😉
And now, I must beg: what is going on with the art in the snow? Especially the dancing people? I love them!
O hhhhh, Wowwwww. You write pure poetry! Wow!!!!!!!!!! Gulp. Speechless.
endless beauty, sadness and understanding of the incompleteness of words
I was roaming the countryside for 6 weeks (Dec 27th through Feb 6th); and so, have lost track of your blogs but finally coming up for air, and readjusting to being more stationary again, thought I’d check in.
Your blogs are like nourishment for the soul. The inexpressible mystery. It’s a gift really. So glad that it makes you happy enough to continue. A bigger heart than we can imagine holds us in our sadness. This valentine heart won’t reject a single part of who we really are. You are all that and so are all your readers.
Thanks for expanding my perspectives of the day. Hugs.
A heart broken is a heart broken open. Especially yours. Loved hearing from you.
I am having difficulty expressing my thoughts that whirl through my mind as I read this blog. I know you can’t read my mind, but at times your insight seems uncanny.
is that “valentine heart”, God ?
That was lovely.
Great post.Very good.
Without sadness in our lives how would we know when we were happy
Great. The second photo from the top is my absolute favorite.
Oh, Kathy – now you’re sounding too much like me! That’s why I say just acknowledge all of it….the happiness and the sadness – and know that just because there is suffering does not mean that you should put your happiness on a shelf and suffer all the time. There is a time for both. <3.
It’s a great mystery that surrounds us and your words touch it ever so softly, Kathy. Simply beautiful… Love the winter walk and the portrait in the snow…
No need for 1,000 words Kathy, the words you choose are the perfect amount, every time. ❤
A heartfelt welcome and benediction, Kathy. I’m glad to be included.
Love your photos and your words Kathy.
Words are nice, but actions definitely speak much louder … and say much more. Giving of time and self .. says love the most.
thank you for reading, my valentines. i love that you paused and shared your thoughts and feelings here.
Fragile what a powerful image. all of it is wonderful.
What a perfect post for Valentine’s Day! There always is that “other side of the coin”, isn’t there…no joy without sadness. I hope your day was perfect, or just how you’d like it to be.
thank you again, my valentines…