Good morning…
Envisioning our collective journey being lived upon a timeline, we pause. Looking left, we see where we had been before our recent four-day technical glitch. Now we pause to look right. At the moment of disconnection where was the Spirit leading us? I was working on a post quoting Parker Palmer: “Depression is the ultimate state of disconnection.” Then, as if on cue, technology disconnected us.
I kept living. 24 hours. 24 hours. 24 hours. 24 hours. You did the same. But we were out of sync. Out of touch. Out of daily contact. Depression feels like that. Life is lived in a strange state of secluded separation. 24 hours. 24 hours. 24 hours. 24 hours. Somehow, we fall out of sync, out of touch, out of daily contact. 24 hours. 24 hours. 24 hours. 24 hours. Depression disconnects us.
As we look left, Brene Brown says is yesterday’s post, “Shame is about fear, blame, and disconnection.” Today, looking right, we experience Parker Palmer’s sentence, “Depression is the ultimate state of disconnection.” Looking left, Brene tells us: “Story is about worthiness and embracing the imperfection that brings us courage, compassion, and connection. If we want to live fully…we have to own our story.” Looking right, when we are deeply depressed, we are not ready to own our story. We do not want to leave behind the old life we loved and lost. How will we ever muster the energy to start over from square one? During seasons of suicidal suffering, we sit stuck, heavy and hollow. Separated from what was. Disconnected from what might be.
Gradually. Over time. If we are among the fortunate, we sense God’s growing whisper: Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, “This is the way; walk in it” (Isaiah 30:21, NIV).
…Sue…
