And we pause.
The birth of a child. The death of a friend. A trip to Europe. The dog must be put down. The depression of a family member. Masons chipping away at wall cracks. A broken water pump.
Just one of these things adds up to: everything stopping. And just being able to: handle the details. Life’s fabulous details. Hauling buckets of water to the toilet. Not cooking because you can’t wash. Being adrift in grief. Exhausted from jet lag. Vacuuming cement dust for weeks. Aching concern for a friend.
And everything should stop. Time for cups of tea, a contemplation, or, if its five o’clock, a gin and tonic. Time to accompany each other by candlelight when the lights go out. To consider things. To let life take over, take you over.
Then one day, you are able to slip back into the usual routine. You rejoice.
Today I paused. A few of the above mentioned things are happening to me at the same time. And then this morning, I was enjoying the Instagram photos of a young woman who lives in Venice, after which I perused the New York Times and read yet another story about mass killings in the Arabian peninsula.
How do I accommodate these opposites, dreaminess and barbarism, into my life? You can’t just ignore the bad. That’s putting your head in the sand. You can’t ignore the good. That’s just plain dumb.
It’s a balancing act. It’s what makes us human. It’s what adds poignancy.
A pause ratchets up your compassion and hence, your ability to experience and share joy.
Wishes for a beautiful week, my friends.
P.S. I’ll be tweeting from my living room during the live stream of Women in the World Summit, April 22-24. Won’t you join me! Yes? Yes!
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