Holocaust Memorial, Berlin. 2009
Because words are more powerful spoken:
Listen Friends, What I want to tell you is this
Life is fragile. Like a clear glass globe made out of spun fairy-sugar, a singular tap can cause it to shatter.
Life is beautiful. Like a clear glass globe made of spun fairy-sugar, catching the light, its rainbow reflection slipping around each curveâ€”beauty, beauty everywhere.
We live in the midst of these realities. Beauty and Sorrow.
Oft times, the tensions of this space is uncomfortable. No, more than uncomfortable. Itâ€™s painful. Itâ€™ sorrowful. It is so hard when something exquisite shatters. Because if it were not for that fragile beauty, the shattering would not hurt so much. Beauty and Sorrow. One goes with the other. Hand in hand. Like the way we remember a loved one lost â€“ with laughter soaked in tears. (It is meant to be thus.)
So what do we do when the beautiful is shattered? When innocence is lost. When life is lost. When home is lost?
We Feel the Sorrow.
There is something that happens when we mourn together. When we are angry together, When we hope together. It is powerful, this unity of emotion. Spiritually powerful. Psychologically Powerful. Energetically Powerful.
Donâ€™t drift away from it. Donâ€™t dumb it down with the shadow comforts of entertainment and busy-ness. When you feel the pain, the anger, the sorrow â€“notice it. Own it. Name it. “Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
And when your mind/body/spirit says â€œEnoughâ€â€”when it numbs your emotions, when it rocks you to sleepâ€”let it do that as well. Turn off the television. Turn down the radio. Close your browser, and rest. You will wake another day with holy tasks at hand–intuitively sourced instructions to weep, to write, to comfort, to protest, to wail, to change.
So my friends, on this sorrowful day, I urge you to be present to our beautiful, sorrowful life â€“ the ebb and the flow of it, the hot and the cold of it. Be present together, to the sorrow, so that when the hope returns through the madness of our grief, our unity with fan the flame of beauty once more into life.