And for those who have trod the journey long, this weight falls heavier than that of a normal gravity —

That we cannot, at these most desired moments, bend the world of circumstance to the ‘better’ — to save our sons and daughters, our mothers and fathers, our dear friends, those to whom we will not part until death — that we cannot halt those moments of heartache and sorrow and loss that bear down on our beloveds in this life…

That is a gravity that is weightier.

And yet, as the story goes, there is gold to be found among this lead – that our gross inability to redirect such heavy currents has the jarring effect, at least for me, of resigning my attempts to be counted among the gods –

As one who longs to save and be saved from circumstances – this is the recurring pattern that brings me to an end of myself and lands me at the foot of someone entirely Other – someone who is relentless in showing me that Joy can be found in all things.

And in that, as they say — the foolishness of God rises above this wisdom of ours, and the weakness of God shows itself to be stronger than this strength of men.

And my guess is that, in this, every day becomes a birth day.

Thank you, Jen – I too, love you dearly.