Sunday, June 17, 2012

The Bright Sadness

I thought Bright Sadness sounded suspiciously like the battle cry of the optimist. The donning of rose colored glasses calling out in the night for all to see the bright side of despair. More of a personality flaw than a birthright. Not something I could really get behind as being something tangible. I was wrong, of course. Bright Sadness is not the act of dusting heartache with sugar andglazing bitterness and resentment with a toothy smile. It is having little to do withwistful optimism and everything to do with hope in the light of the truth.
Hope that promises will be kept, that a refuge will hold, that the sun will return, that seasons will change despite the weighty darkness and all evidence to the contrary.

Hope at the center of despair.

The footprints left, when we look back at the most tempestuous season of life, are purposefulorganizedsignificance in the chaos--evidence that we were remembered in our darkest and most vulnerable days.

-Emily (review of The Bright Sadness)

I was and am remember :)

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