Listen to me, you can’t fix people.
Your love won’t make him stop hating his father
and your devotion won’t cure her of her childhood.
All you can do is be there, violets sprouting out
from your ribs, acceptance on your lips, your own
wounds still bleeding and all you can do is be there
and sometimes that’s enough, sometimes that’s everything.
Physically, spring is the worst. There is all sorts of mud and dirty snow, and stuff. But spiritually, spring is the best! It reminds me of the essence of humility. It is fully alive, yet is has not yet forgotten of the harshness of winter.
When I too, am spiritually awake and alive like the crocuses in early spring, and when my heart and compassion breezes forth like spring’s warm southern winds, then I am often still in remembrance of my weaknesses. One of the greatest lessons that I have learned is to never forget the things that cause me to stumble, and to never take for granted the cold and frigid seasons of the soul. To remember and to learn and to grow, to remain as fresh as a new believer, as fresh as the smell of raw, spring earth.
Surely, sometimes the best gift is to ‘be there’ for others, without words, without advice, without judgement. Just to be a soft place for them to land–to be a listening ear.
Holding this type of space for one another is like having ‘violets sprouting out from your ribs.’ Simply breathing in the same space–the act of ‘showing up’ in times of trouble, can bring life and comfort to a struggling friend or stranger.