It seems to me that we can use some tulips this week to remind us that spring will come and hope prevails. There is no rush and no cure for love and loss. Grief takes its own time. Trust it. For now, live into your sorrow.
You will know when its time to throw up the sash and open the windows to the world. There will be lots to do then, to help you on your way.
For now, allow yourself to love and be loved by those who are there. It’s ok to ask a friend to stay with you for a time. This is what we are made for – to care for each other.
Life is too hard to go it alone. Please ask for what you need. We don’t need to put on a brave face. No explanations required. And in the meantime, here is a tiny poem from Rumi, which brings solace to my heart. A different kind of window.
Your body is away from me
but there is a window open
from my heart to yours.
From this window, like the moon
I keep sending news secretly.
Sending love and strength to you all.
With so many thanks, for all of your emails and comments this past week. It is an honour for me to be here with you.
A twist of fate, especially for those who love Rumi. CBC has reposted their 2007 recording created for the 800th birthday special celebrating Rumi with Coleman Barks. My son, just sent me the link moments ago so I get to share it with you dear readers. It is 55 minutes so draw up a chair in front of the fire with a glass of wine and enjoy. Click here. The podcast is directly beneath the Rumi quote.