Yes, This

A friend and reader of this blog—Ronna Detrick, a woman whose work is deepening women’s connections to their inner spiritual compass (yes, please!)—sent me this poem yesterday in response to my post.

And I love it so much. Because it does say exactly what my post was saying, although with far fewer words and much more grace and elegance. And there is room for both, of course. There is room for anything and everything we need in this life.

Thank you, Ronna.


Driving home, somewhere near Cortlandt, summer 2016.

Driving home, summer 2016.

A Prayer, by Clarissa Pinkola Estes

Refuse to fall down.

If you cannot refuse to fall down,

refuse to stay down,

lift your heart toward heaven,

and like a hungry beggar,

ask that it be filled, 

and it will be filled.

You may be pushed down.

You may be kept from rising.

But no one can keep you from lifting your heart

toward heaven—

only you.

It is in the midst of misery

that so much becomes clear.

The one who says nothing good

came of this,

is not yet listening.

About stacy

I am a writer, author, mother, former magazine editor (last at Redbook), optimist, and, above all, a searcher. I'm still searching for whom I'm really meant to be, after a series of very jarring losses. Since then I've been trying to figure out what's next. Or, in other words, how to fill in the blanks.
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One Response to Yes, This

  1. Lindsey says:

    I love this poem, I love Ronna, I love you. xox

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