What's It All About?
It's all too easy for days to pass without reflection. It's my hope that through a greater active awareness on each day, that I will be able to consider God's presence in my life and in the world around me. Writing has always been a way for me to round up my thoughts. This blog seems like a good place to park those thoughts for my own benefit as well as the benefit of others. Please take a moment to read what I have written, to offer comments, and to share the ideas with others.
Wednesday, January 13, 2016
The Ever Present Sun
Several days ago an acquaintance told me something awful that had happened to her. Her opening up to me about the event was a response to a question that I had innocently asked her. Never in a million years did I expect her to say what she said. My response to her statements was typical, even expected, and somewhat weak though not weakly felt on my part.
I tend to go over things in order to process them and to better understand my reactions. It has occurred to me that I missed an opportunity to be more understanding towards this person, and because of that, more fully present and human to myself. When someone tells you about a profound loss that they have suffered, you can feel completely inadequate to know how to respond: what to say, what to feel and what to do. It's the rare person I think who gets it all right the first time. And as I think about it I know that the terrible feelings I have reflect the fact that not only do I feel bad for this person (and my inability to express that) but I also know that I am not exempt from such an occurrence of tragedy myself. My time will come and then someone else will be standing with me, hearing me say something awful and that person may very well feel inadequate to help also. It's the human condition all the way round and when you come face to face with it, it is painful and somehow feels inevitable.
As I said above, it takes me awhile to process things. The photo for this post was taken on my walk yesterday. It was wonderful to feel the sun on my face even in the midst of cloudy weather. Just to look up and know that the presence of light and warmth can be counted on even when the weather is cold. And this morning I made the connection with how it is that we comfort each other regardless of how "weak" our skills are in this department. It's the human condition, God's presence within us, that makes us want to say that not only are we sorry for someone else's loss but that we feel it keenly in every sense of the word; on every level even if we can't adequately express that. We are there and are present, just like the weak light and heat of the winter sun, regardless of how well we convey that presence.