Day 243: Befriending Sorrow
Monday, August 30th, 2010
I spent the last few days away with a dear old friend that I have known for 20 years or more. We walked on the beach, celebrated a wedding, meditated and talked about relationships: their gifts and sorrows. We laughed until we cried a couple of times. Our sorrows are different as we each journey through life but the places in us that need and resist remain matched in their growth.
My friend is a lover of poetry and her collections by Mary Oliver move me to seeing life experience with clearer eyes. Embodying our sorrow as a small love that is yours to tend and care for is a gentle and effective way to hold onto our sorrow lovingly without being it. Ms. Oliver is a master of using the fewest words to contain and transform the deepest universal experiences of life.

“A good friend is a connection to life – a tie to the past, a road to the future, the key to sanity in a totally insane world.”
“I celebrate myself, and sing myself.”
“Everybody likes the underdog, because everybody feels like the underdog. No matter how successful you are, you always think, No one’s being nice enough to me!”
“Sometimes you put walls up not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.”
“Your boundaries are the measure of your friendship with yourself.”
“I travel not to go anywhere, but to go.
“Life: a cycle. A series of events, meetings, and departures. Friends discovered, others lost, Precious time, wastes away. Big droplet tears are shed for yesterday, but are dried in time for tomorrow, until all that remain are foggy, broken memories of a happy yesteryear.”