A Poem of Touch and Remembrance
Our sadness is pure
and necessary
to being human.
Intense sorrow over
long periods of time, however,
can cause us to feel
separated from life.
We begin to feel somewhat
removed from vitality and
need tactile associations to
remind us we are still an essential
part of everything yet living.
Looking is one thing—
and just as we must feel
and not think our way
through grief and sorrow,
sometimes we must begin
to feel our way back to life.
Touch the season where you are.
Lean into the
springtime breeze.
Make bodily contact
with the breadth of your
sensuous surroundings.
Feel the mist and rain
wet your skin and mingle
with your tears.
Caress the supple petals
of a summer flower.
Run your fingers
through the sands.
Brush your feet against
the lush, dense grass.
Verge with the cold wind as
it sweeps across your face,
and meet the softly
falling snow.
Feel where you are in
your melancholy,
sadness or sorrow
within the season it resides—
in its moment—
then also meld with
the continuity of nature
and all things breathing
and thriving
and here to always
remind you:
You are alive.
You are connected.
Pause and reflect on
your own life and linger
inside its significance.
Your feelings are precious.
What you grieve is precious.
And you are precious.

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