As we move through this world on our way to who knows where, many of us try to do good. But we can never know whether what we do makes a difference or not, so what to do?
I just spent time at a conference about all things birth and beyond. I presented on several different topics, and met some lovely people there. I stayed in a room with the powerful Beth Murch, BirthKeeper and poet extraordinaire. We compared poems and had a laugh.
I met someone who was raised by her father, another one who has been drawn to herbs her whole life. One person who almost died giving birth to her child who stayed on the other side, dead in birth.
I met someone who is scared to tell people about her joyous and deeply satisfying birth because she has heard that people with unpleasant birth experiences will feel badly.
I spoke to someone I have admired for fifty years who has suffered loss and difficulties and still provides encouragement and belly laughs for others.
I met someone who I thought was a bitch and then she told me her story. She isn't a bitch.
Someone else told me about her concussion and how she is moving forward with her life.
I met old friends and sat in their Sukkah and we told stories and made fun.
The tapestry is being woven, our lives continue or not, there's really only one way forward and that is through.
Through love, no fear.