Sometimes as a writer you have to realize when it’s more important to listen than to keep writing.
Tonight is one of those times.
I had a hard conversation earlier with someone I love and will always love, but it will be different from now on, I’m afraid.
Still trying to wrap my brain around the pain in that, I received a text from my oldest, Aub, about the video she’d just watched on my college sister’s Facebook page.
Wyanne is a very talented artist. She tells beautiful stories with her paints and her brushes and all kinds of other materials. Beautiful. And that girl has fought a huge Giant over the past year.
Last night I talked about being frustrated with things that are NOT OKAY.
CANCER IS NOT OKAY.
But Wyanne’s still standing.
Not only that, she’s still painting and creating and sharing light and love in the world.
She’s made it through the storm and is working on picking up the pieces. She’s got big beautiful plans. Plans about creating art and community.
Now that, THAT IS VERY OKAY.
I watched the video, and like Aub, I was moved to tears.
We have so much. We are so fortunate.
And we don’t even realize it half the time, do we?
Even when having hard conversations, I can hang on to the hope that reconciliation and healing can still come–because we’re still standing. On the other side of the storm.
Here’s to my Wesleyan sister Wyanne and to all of us who weather the storms and then pick up the pieces when they’re over…..
and rebuild something even more beautiful and filled with love and light.
May you have a good day of listening to stories that remind you to appreciate where you are, and may you find hope in the midst of brokenness.
Love to all.
Thanks to Auburn for lettering Wyanne’s quote for me so quickly. Love you girl. And to her sweet bff, the originator of “That is NOT okay.” It’s her birthday, and she’s pretty amazing too. Happy Birthday, A!
2 thoughts on “A Time to Listen, A Time to Write”
I like what you said about listening. Have found that very true lately. Sorry for the storms. May healing come.
For us all, my friend. May it come for us all. ❤