Finishing up “UNTAMED” by Glennon Doyle this week.
Wanted to share my favorite passage as we creep up on a full year of so much sadness and dying.
The scary part of dying isn’t the dying itself…it’s the question it brings, and I find myself plagued by that question a lot lately as we lose so many humans.
This passage brings me so much comfort that I might just have it printed and folded up in my jewelry box for safe keeping and frequent reminder.
Now it will be here, too:
Tish has always understood metaphors best. (That thing you feel but can’t see, baby is like that thing you can see.)
…I told her that maybe when we were born, we were poured from our source into these tiny body buckets. When we die, we’ll be emptied back out and return to that big source and to each other. Maybe dying is just returning—back out from these tiny containers to where we belong. Maybe then all the achy separation we feel down here will disappear, because we’ll be mixed together again. No difference between you and me. No more buckets, no more skin…all sea.
“But for now,” I told her, “you are a bucket of sea. That’s why you feel so big and so small.”“Untamed” by Glennon Doyle
Hope your week is off to a good start.