|from my art journal|
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. Kahlil Gibran
What do you carry in your heart? What truths does your heart know?
I think about this now and again when I meet strangers in the food store, the library, at the movie theater and sense some sorrow. I know that grief sometimes leaves me weepy in the most public of spaces and have thought afterwards what others might think. This last year has made me wonder more about the weight of the sorrow and the benefit of joy others carry.
To be a widow is to know both.
It is connections with others that lighten my own sorrow and spark joy. A person who simply smiles or acknowledges me with a head nod, or someone who takes time to say a pleasant comment. Earlier in the week I was in line at an airport and the guy in front of me started a discussion about the book I had in hand. Sometimes it is as simple as the person who commented about the weather as I was leaving a coffee shop.
Connections lift us.
Today, I am wondering how I might best help lighten the weight of sorrow that others carry--if only for the moment. How might I bring joy?