A funny thing...
It’s funny
When we aren’t living in our heartbreak
When we aren’t marinating in our deepest and darkest secrets
When we aren’t succumb to a sabotage
When we aren’t crying on the floor
When we aren’t thirsting for the way it once was
Begging for the future
Drinking away our sorrows,
lurking in the shadows of nostalgia
It’s funny
How when we feel good
Choose the be here
And now
How the inspiration for creating something attainable
Something relatable
Begins to drift away
It’s funny
How the softness of presence
Can feel so good
Yet also,
Feel so distantly a distraction from the way we can create artistically that links our experience with another
We don’t bond over the peaceful present moment
The feel goodness of life’s simple moments
It’s funny
How the pieces of our broken heart
Put together a puzzle that the world can easily take part in the progression of rebuilding
How playing jenga with our life’s experiences
Taking away
Waiting for our life to fall
To crumble
Is something we do together
And feel less alone doing
Yet
Sharing in the game of open hearted dance along the ocean’s shore
Smiles on our faces
Arms flailing wide open
Free
And in love with the wind on our face….
Is not something we do often
Especially not together
Maybe some do, never
It’s actually not a funny thing
The way humans connect on brokenness more than the ever present joy
The way attachment comes from a place of hoping for something more, something better, tears washing away something hurtful, sitting in the bitterness of what or who or how we got so tired and sad
It’s actually not a funny thing
The way we spend more time debating our differences than relishing in the beauty of our truest similarities
It would be funny
And mostly fun,
To see a world dance together
On the coast or the shore
Arms open to the sky
Smiles interlocking with one another
Creating puzzles of amazement for a glorious existence
Building towers, together—in collaborative love
Not preparing to pull away pieces
Rather to keep building up and up
Not thinking about crashing
Knowing that we may fall
From time to time
That we will fall
From time to time
And that we will be there to hold one another’s tender hearts when they feel broken
But to not anticipate brokenness before we trust our wholeness
Together
In love
With this funny existence
