Scripps Sunday- Alaska Edition #34
On the Night When My Daughter is Struggling I won’t tell her it is up to her to repair the broken world. Perhaps that comes later with pen or needle, pointe shoe or song. But for now, the thing to do is to sit together in the broken world and feel how it is to be broken. To let shame sit with us. Let grief sit with us. To feel the sharp nails of fear. It is not wrong to feel small, to feel frightened, to be lost. Nor must we feel these things alone. So for now, I sit with her in the brokenness with no tools, no salve, no metaphor of redemption. It is not enough, perhaps to meet brokenness with nothing but love and breath and a willingness to be nowhere but here, but in this broken moment, it is everything. - Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
