Sat 5 May 2012
Many life changing transitions come down to one sentence.
The phone rings,
the in-box pings,
the letter arrives registered
and requires signature,
and silent words unspoken
crash like thunder in a storm.
Such sentences silence hearts and still rooms as they simultaneously shift everything into two indelible categories:
Before X and After X.
My life changed 10 days ago with such a sentence said by The Husband, “I hate that you are not thriving Here.”
He didn’t say it in a mean way, it was a soul cry. He declared it from the core of his being.
Loved ones, never a rooster gave more of a wake-up call.
The love beneath his words still wrap me in a bear hug.
my best friend,
all he wants is to maximize me,
he delights in the good use
of my gifts and talents
in the service of others,
the work I choose,
and the community I make.
My recent Mistress Silence sabatoged the unity of my marriage.
The husband’s sentence interupted my understanding in a most welcome way like The Word being burst open before me.
Precious family, please know I have made thriving my new battle cry.
Reappropriated as an action verb, I choose to thrive.
I share gifts,
I show up,
I command laundry,
I meet new people,
I give my husband the
“gift of presence.”
In it’s way, it’s like being born anew.
You say I took the name in vain
I don’t even know the name
But if I did, well, really, what’s it to you?
There’s a blaze of light in every word
It doesn’t matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah