Belonging to Each Other

We must carry each other. Instead, I often see people pushing others under.

We are all drowning here–unless. Unless we find love, connection, purpose, joy and the deep good of long evenings around kitchen tables surrounded by the faces of friends. (I picture Van Gogh’s The Potato Eaters).

We must witness each other’s lives, a friend once told me. Yes. And serve the thriving in each other. 

This is not an easy thing to do. People are hard. Being human is hard. Loving other humans is hard.

Here’s to doing what’s hard. And to lifting and loving and supporting and giving generously in what I write. My voice is not a dark one.