A friend sent this, this morning. It touched my heart in ways that I don't fully understand, but I know that I don't have to understand everything. Often, being touched is enough. Plenty.
It reminds me of leaving my kids at schools for the first time. It reminds me of late nights phone conversations. It reminds me of shared meals around my very small kitchen table. It reminds me of walking/singing my mom to her last breath, too.
Yes, I think this IS why we are here.
A Speed of Soul Thought - Why We Are Here
Why We Are Here
She stood looking out the doorway
Poised to step out into whatever comes next.
Although I knew that I could not go with her
I could keep her company while waiting,
Bear witness to the preparing,
And maybe rub her tired shoulders
Which I know is absolutely nothing
And absolutely everything,
Maybe that is why we are here,
To rub shoulders and play cards,
To be a place to launch
And a place to land,
To murmur on the phone
Late at night,
And to say,
"This I love”
"This I saw."
By Carrie Newcomer
From “A Permeable Life: Poems and Essays”
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