That time I thought I could not go any closer to grief without dying I went closer, and I did not die.

It's Not the Weight You Carry

Surely God had his hand in this, as well as friends.

It's Not the Weight You Carry

Still, I was bent, and my laughter, as the poet said, was nowhere to be found.

It's Not the Weight You Carry

Then said my friend Daniel, (brave even among lions),“It’s not the weight you carry but how you carry it – books, bricks, grief – it’s all in the way you embrace it, balance it, carry it when you cannot, and would not, put it down.”

It's Not the Weight You Carry

So I went practicing. Have you noticed?

It's Not the Weight You Carry

Have you heard the laughter that comes, now and again, out of my startled mouth?

It's Not the Weight You Carry

How I linger to admire, admire, admire the things of this world that are kind, and maybe also troubled –
roses in the wind, the sea geese on the steep waves, a love to which there is no reply? 
― Mary Oliver