Pretend you can see the ocean because the wind is blowing I can smell it

From one of my favorite Mary Chapin Carpenter songs.

If you ever need some proof that time can heal your wounds, 
Just step inside my heart and walk around these rooms, where the shadows used to be,
You can feel as well as see how peace can hover

Time's been here to fix what's broken with its power 
And the love that smashed us both to bits spent its last few hours calling out your name,
And I thought, this is the kind of pain from which we don't recover

But I'm standing here now with my heart held out to you
You would have thought a miracle was all that got us through
Well baby, all I know, all I know is I'm still standing

***

Sometimes that's the best thing dear friends can do for you, tell you their story so you can see that they've been somewhere bad too, but they're not there anymore, not at all. Sometimes we need friends to be our proof that people do get better, they leave bad things behind and become who they want to be and make their lives what they want them to be. It makes it easier to hope the same for ourselves. One reason why we tell our stories.

I have a couple friends who have told me those kinds of stories when I needed them, and if they're reading this, you know who you are, you're irreplaceable in my life and I love you MUCH.

I'll say it, too, in case you need to hear it: I was so unhappy I couldn't imagine life being okay again, but it is, and I am. More than okay. We leave bad things far behind us, we get better, we change.

yours,
cuileann

9 comments:

Priya 7/26/2009 3:28 PM  

I completely agree. Thanks Cuil, great post. :)

R. 7/26/2009 7:51 PM  

Sometimes we need friends to be our proof that people do get better, they leave bad things behind and become who they want to be and make their lives what they want them to be. It makes it easier to hope the same for ourselves, I guess. One reason why we tell our stories.

Very well-said. This made me :)

--xo.

Beth Kephart 7/27/2009 6:33 AM  

It's funny. I wrote a scene yesterday in a novel, in which two destroyed people are trying to see each other through a bad time. One asks the other to tell her a story of good people.

You just did.

Q 7/27/2009 7:51 AM  

You inspire me.

Edge 7/28/2009 11:31 AM  

I think I just forgot how to breathe.

Every time it rains she just feels a lot better... 7/28/2009 12:29 PM  

That's a lovely song... and a lovely post...
And that poem was one that I wrote for class, not now. It's not true of now at all.
What's the title of that song? I don't think I've ever heard it but I love the lyrics.

jamie 7/29/2009 12:30 AM  

i think i could send that same message to you cuz you know how to make me look up when all i can see is down. i miss you and i got your letter today. loved it. xoxo.

Amber 7/29/2009 4:28 PM  

I have bookmarked this so I can keep coming back and reminding myself of it. A friend told me 'that' story recently, and now is the exact time I needed to remember it. This post made me think of it. Thanks.

Erin 1/17/2010 11:39 AM  

today I am thankful for this and for you.

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