It’s been a challenging and difficult couple of weeks. Not necessarily for me but for others. A friend of mine who I used to work with had the most horrific thing in the world happen to her life. Her 18-year-old son committed suicide. I’m usually pretty good with words and in this instance they completely and utterly have failed me. All I know is I want to put my hands together with hers and help her in whatever way the strength I have in me may flow through to her. I am seeing and feeling so many of my friends, past work peers and others silently linking our hands across the globe in prayer in support of our friend. Telepathically, emotionally, spiritually and physically holding our friend up in her most awful time of need ever.
I am reminded throughout this how kind, compassionate, forgiving and unifying we are as humans. It reminds me of the Yaya sisterhood. Something always inspired me about the Yaya sisterhood, or at a very least, it’s name. In my heart I see all of us connected to each other, holding hands and telling each other the stories of the YaYa. Holding each other up, holding each other together, and more importantly holding each other forever!
I hope we all hold hands forever and that our chain is unbroken so that we may continue the work which we are so good at doing as humans. Love well my friends. Tell others what they mean to you. Practice forgiveness. And the fortune cookie is correct, life is very short.
