Tragedies are constantly surrounding us: massive, destructive, devastating tragedies that hurt hundreds, sometimes thousands. With the recent Gulf oil spill and the flooding in Nashville, I cannot help but feel upset at the lives that have been taken, and the destruction happening to our eco-systems due to these disasters. I feel for them, for the land, for the people, for the animals. I ache for what they have to face.
I’m getting better all the time. How does this relate? If this would have happened a year ago, I probably just would have ignored it. I was so consumed with so much of my own grief that I couldnt’ dare carry anything else. When a close friend was going through a devastating separation, I could barely hold on to give her support while trying to work through my own grief. But today? Today I can mourn with others, today I can sympathize and relate. Slowly, but surely, I am becoming relatable again to the tragedies that are not my own. I am getting better.
I can allow myself to feel deeply for other’s situations and hurt and grief because I am no longer bearing such a big load of grief. It still laps, and like this weekend, aches to no end, but it passes, and I continue forward, and I can help to carry others for once.
It does get better; I never imagined it would.