On my walk I saw a solitary magpie. I'm always seeing one. 'One for sorrow'. My mother used to say 'NO!One for joy!' She'd turned it around in her head, she wasn't having it.. Today I stood and I welcomed my sorrow. It made me laugh. I had tears in my eyes and I felt joy at exactly the same time. I've been realising for some time now that my joy and my sorrow are so closely allied that one cannot exist without the other. One for sorrow. A minute? A penny? A big round of aplause? Yes I celebrated my sorrow and I have made friends with it. Sorrow is a gentle companion when you welcome her in. Like a child who needs your love she doesn't cling too hard if you give her a minute or two.
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