OLD SWEATER
Saturday Oct. 14, 2017
My hope is contained, sometimes. Mostly not.
My thoughts are contained, sometimes. Mostly not. My beliefs, rarely hidden from view. My intention, rarely disguised. I’ve caused much difficulty by telling truth. By actions, by pursuing something important, by dropping something everyone says is important.
There is hope and dream in me, in everyone.
What we all want is universally known, ubiquitously instinctive – validation, to be touched, to be listened to and to be loved. Who needs more than that? Who can thrive on any less?
When we go away – we see things, experience things, meet people, have experiences – but we never get away from ourselves. We might travel light, keeping ‘baggage to a minimum’. Sill we carry on with carry-on, parking parts of self, experience and memory everywhere.
To be alive/thriving requires physical things, emotional elements and hope. We can live without many things because they are just things. Easy to say, until they contemplate giving up those things – suddenly it’s a different equation.
We don’t need to give voice to every thought - deep ones, shallow ones, bright ones or dark ones
but rather know …
that we can
that we could
that we not be afraid
that we not be judged
that we not be anything but loved and respected and validated and held
talk to me, listen to me, touch me - I ask for nothing more from anyone
If one day I become someone’s warm old sweater she wants to curl up with - well I hope that becomes her favourite old sweater
Some say they can live without love – perhaps they can.
Who can live without hope?
