As with so many people, the death of Robin Williams has jarred me. Being in the level of darkness he must have felt, greatly saddens me. It’s a place I feel deserves no harsh judgement. Pain is pain and with that pain, compassion is needed.
I am grateful for his life and for the light he bestowed on the world.
Thinking of Robin Williams; of the darkest of depressions; of the ability to make others laugh; and of the light, clarity and Springtime that the actual red robin symbolizes, I feel compelled to share this haiku.
It’s never simple
The moments of blinding light
Refinding your stride
Do such things matter?
How the light enters your heart
I see a rainbow
Breathe in the bright light
A beacon of protection