The stories of sadness, reminds me of when Ruth and I were in Paris not far from the attacks, how silent the city was, how you could feel the pain in the air.
The stories of the Orlando survivors and the guilt they feel for being alive.
When someone is hurting, and you do not know what to say, or what to do…
My mother always said, "When someone dies everyone is very present to the the loved ones for the first few weeks, which is good and needed. But do not forget in six months, or even a year after that those who have lost someone still need loving attention, maybe even more so as the weeks turn into months. Life goes on for those who haven't suffered, but those who have suffered, suffer long after."
No words are needed to show love.
To be loving kindness.
Wherever we are there is something to share.
To be there in silence, sharing their emptiness.
A gentle smile.
Love grows.
Tears are water from the soul.
Making space for roots to enter.
Gentle bloom.
Petal by petal,
rain or shine.
Standing alone if need be.
Adding light to the darkness.
Giving.
Side by side.
Gentle space.
Togetherness.
A soft place to breath.
Until the way is safe again.
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