Between the words of encouragement, to donations, to love pouring out at me from all angles since my last post, I feel like you have cushioned my fall. I still feel downright awful, but I am not alone because you are here. We are in this together.
What we have here is stronger than depression. It is stronger than loss. It is stronger than the minds of those who connive to pull the rugs out from beneath our feet, with the hopes that we’ll join them at the bottom, where cruelty and hopelessness thrive. They can try to keep us down, but they can’t keep us there.
Someone stole my laptop, my work, my art, my music, my photos, a piece of my soul, but they couldn’t take my heart. They may have put a crack in this beating entity in my ribcage, but they can’t extinguish its essence.
At the end of Dr. Seuss’s “How The Grinch Stole Christmas,” the Grinch, as narrator, stands dressed as Santa and peers at his dog as he contemplates how he could not steal Christmas, despite stealing all the presents.
“Maybe Christmas,” he thought, “doesn’t come from a store. Maybe Christmas…perhaps…means a little bit more!”
The person who broke into my apartment and stole my belongings, they can’t knock me down. They can’t steal the magic of this blog, no matter how hard they try. Because you can’t steal love. You have to create it, earn it, participate in it, and nourish it.
It will still be some time before I have my blog posts at the calibre they were at before the break in and the loss of my sweet dog Milo, but formatting and photos and other flashy things aside, I think we – you and I, as a team – have come out stronger.
Every event in our lives, no matter how horrible, has effects on us that we cannot predict. These effects come in thousands of ways. Some are good effects – daisies – and some are bad – bruises – and some are in between the two. It’s the grey area in between the good and bad where magic happens.
It feels like the whole world is experiencing a crisis at the moment. There are a lot of horrible things in the news that are hurting us all.
I want you to remember this: we may feel like we’re breaking, we may crack, we may fall, but these horrible events will not break us in an irreparable way. Not if we have the smallest inkling of hope. If we have a teensy tiny inkling of hope and we hold onto it, it will grow stronger. We will grow stronger. We will get through this.
I need you to get through this with me, because I love you and you make me stronger. You are my inkling of hope. When life is dark, I hope I can shine hope back at you, and together we’ll light each other’s way.
I LOVE YOU SO FREAKING MUCH.