“And I say to my heart: rave on.” (a response to the tragedy in Aurora, CO)

I had another post planned for today. It can wait.

There are moments in time when everything grinds to a halt, when we sit back – reeling, shocked, stunned. Today is one of those days.  There are no sufficient explanations, no pat answers, no consoling prayers. Only palpable grief and gritty rawness when forced to bear something too hard and too much.

Often the words of another – composed in their own grief and tragedy – shape, frame, and articulate what we cannot. We need them; we need anything that will allow us to somehow go on, move forward, and keep our hearts alive.

A Pretty Song

From the complications of loving you
I think there is no end or return.
No answer, no coming out of it.

Which is the only way to love, isn’t it?
This isn’t a playground, this is
earth, our heaven, for a while.

Therefore I have given precedence
to all my sudden, sullen, dark moods
that hold you in the center of my world.

And I say to my body: grow thinner still.
And I say to my fingers, type me a pretty song,
And I say to my heart: rave on.

~Mary Oliver

It is hard to say; harder yet to do. And still, “…I say to my heart: rave on.”


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    Callahan McDonough July 20, 2012 at

    Such sadness and shock! I want to gather up our children all of them and surround them with a shield like the one star trek has to fend off all harm. How bizarre that this would happen at a movie with a Super Hero in it, with guns blasting, blurring reality and film.
    This is the hardest part of loving, that ultimately we cannot protect those we love 100%. And,Yes, dear Ronna, of course, this can be the only place our hearts and minds attend to right now.
    Peace. and. Prayers.


    Ronna Detrick July 20, 2012 at

    There just aren’t words, are there? So senseless. So tragic. And so much what causes us to want to just bury our heads in the sand vs. keep our hearts beating and alive – even in places of pain. It’s the support and solidarity that makes all the difference. Grateful, Callahan…


    Barbarie July 20, 2012 at

    The news is gut wrenching and breath sucking as if I was in the mist of all. In spirit I am. Yet the spirit is what connects us all to one another being able to hold the lost as if they were our own. How can one not feel, how can one not feel the connection, how can one not hold the precious lost as if they were our own. Deep sadness, deep grief deep rage. As yu so eligantly shared Rave on. Be Blessed!


    Ronna Detrick July 23, 2012 at

    It’s too much, Barbarie. Yes, deep grief and then some…


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