Sometimes words don’t work. Sometimes a candle-lit room, accompanied by the sound of rain, says more than the greatest philosopher. Sometimes pain is our greatest teacher. Sometimes those that give us life try to destroy us. Sometimes time doesn’t heal our wounds. Sometimes choosing life is harder than giving in to death. Sometimes friends become our family. Sometimes healing hurts more than the injury. Sometimes we must let go in order to receive. Sometimes we don’t live happily ever after. Sometimes we must create distance, in order to find ourselves. Sometimes we must embrace our fear and sit with our grief. Sometimes tears come without reason. Sometimes it is better to receive than to give. Sometimes it is “and” and not “or”. Sometimes there is no explanation. Sometimes stillness is the best medicine. Sometimes breathing is all we can do. Sometimes we are shattered. And sometimes… we are held.
(Poem by Carli Youndt, from the anthology Held: Blessings for the depths’)
4 thoughts on “Sometimes”
So sorry to see this… that dear little robin brought you so much joy xxx
This was a robin from the day before Ali, and he’s the reason why meeting the persistently curious and friendly one on the Napoleon route brought me so much joy xx
Lovely to see a post from you ?? And what a beautiful post it is thank you x
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My pleasure. The first of many more now I hope ❤️