Yesterday this blue bird turned up just for me unexpectedly from Melbourne and brought sunshine to what had been a rather ordinary day.
Here at The Stamp Collective we are all about sharing memories and remembering the good times. The reality though is that some times memories aren’t great and we don’t want to remember them. The thing is, when they stay buried they can fester and burn and influence our daily living at an unconscious level.
The tragic death of Charlotte Dawson this past weekend got me thinking about how we live our lives.
Shiny and bright on the outside but a bit more murky on the inside. It’s easier to be around shiny and bright because murky makes us feel uncomfortable and holds a mirror to our own unease.
It’s hard though for both sides of a friendship.
Sometimes you go out on a limb and give voice to your concern about a friend only to be smartly put back in your place ‘that everything’s fine’ and held at arms distance. Makes you less inclined to do so the next time you see a non verbal cry for help.
On the other hand, maybe you have taken a deep breath and spoken up only to have your vulnerability glossed over leaving you feeling like you wished you had kept your mouth shut.
In this day and age it can seem that it is the number of friends one has, not the quality of those friendships, that is the valuable currency.
So in memory of those souls, who felt so alone they had no path forward, let us be gentle with each, hear the silent cry for help and when help is offered acknowledge it.
Liska x
