Wednesday, April 27, 2011

I listen to stories at work. I sit in my grandmother's rocking chair and listen to women tell their stories. Today a woman told a story so painful I couldn't speak. My midwifery partner was beside me and fortunately she hadn't lost her voice so she talked calmly and soothingly. We made a plan some kind of plan. I asked the woman what we could do for her knowing we can't fix her or her life. My heart was bleeding, shattering, breaking. I don't think I'll ever understand why some people have to endure so much suffering.

She talked about g-d and her faith in (him). Because I practice kindness, I nodded. After she left, I wanted to bang my head on the table and eat chocolate. I work with caring women all day so there was chocolate. They gather around when head banging is going on. I felt their goodness. Maybe that's g-d, the impulse toward goodness.

I feel like I could explode with all the secrets I've heard.


Ms. Moon said...

Oh, me too. Me too.

beth coyote said...