and we choose to push on,
not with haste.
we call this worthy
of our time, more:
we choose to push on,
and there beside us,
movement toward healing.
let's open to the brokenness,
let's be okay
that we all bring
huddled in a particularly stormy part of the sea, a cluster of islands sits on rocky ledges. over the years, the residents of these islands adapted to the fierce climate and found ways to thrive. one notable example is the lighthouse they built on a sturdy outcrop in the centre of the cluster.
the lighthouse’s first lamp only provided light to a few nearby islands. before long, a more powerful lamp was created, then another, until all but a group of five islands were protected by the light. then the lighthouse keepers stopped installing stronger lamps. some people were confused by this decision: ‘why stop improving the lamp before all the islands are protected?’ they asked. but most people living on the well-lit islands simply went on with their everyday tasks.
the label was explicit: avoid the sun.
that was disregarded -
the theatre was only a short walk away,
or that’s what they told themselves
as they tucked into a corner of the packed theatre.
the movie started.
it would become one of her favourites.
her first in ‘life after’.
unraveling would take months, years,
never really finished,
and it had not yet begun that day in the theatre.
she was still telling herself that the doctor’s visit
hadn’t been anything out of the ordinary.
the necessity to see that movie with that person,
to keep the plans.
to keep in motion what was set in motion,
because nothing had stopped.
the almost was not relevant, yet,
or that’s what she told herself
as she sat tucked into a corner of the packed theatre,
not yet acknowledging that month was anything but ordinary.