There is a distinct difference between self-pity and

righteous sadness,

Righteous sadness is taking the time,

 with gentle curiosity,  to dig beneath the veneer of the pity,

into the pit and see the raw pain of your afflicted and lonely soul.

Righteous sadness is allowing yourself to release that hurt and suffering.

Righteous sadness is self-compassion.

In the morning I was plunged into sadness;

righteous sadness, by an unexpected, triggering memory.

In the morning I felt…

my heart being shredded with inconsolable longing,

I heard a child’s echoing sobs; hollow and lost,

I saw the pitch dark of fear and despair.

…and I knew, I just knew, I was going to drown in the depths of my sorrow…

In the afternoon

as I sat beside you, patiently, knowingly

your tears of grief and sadness spilling out of big emerald eyes,

I felt…

my heart full of tenderness and kindness,

I heard my gentle words; soothing and encouraging,

I saw the shimmering glow of hope and promise on the horizon.

For the storm of my righteous sadness had passed;

had not swallowed me up,

but had set my spirit free,

refreshed again.

In the dawn of this awakening I sensed the sea of drowning souls around me.

Souls who need not ever know the sting of righteous sadness,

because now, I wade into that sea when I hear a lonely cry or plea

My righteous sadness had taught me to give not only to me but to others…


Erin Patricia Fletcher


Faith & Miracles

Grey sky2January 31st, 2018

Faith and Miracles

I’m not even waiting for the “sunrise” this morning until I draw the drapes,

I won’t wait to see if the sun will actually break through the clouds,

finally, on this last day of January.

I know the sun will rise, it always does, every day, no matter where I am, I can count on it!

That’s called FAITH!

Just some days it is shrouded by an ashen veil, a dingy cloak pulled tightly around it,

it has been hidden from us for many “some” days now,

Soon the ever-increasing dark and dusky leaden skies releases big tear drops,

for the sun is also sad,

not only do we not see it for days on end but it does not see us,

alone in a sky of cerulean blue and vapour,

Lonely sun, don’t give up hope,

Soon it will be Spring again and we’ll dance around in the cherry blossoms that fall from the trees and pick crocus’ from the moistened dewy earth and eat strawberries we pluck from the fields.

Tiny miracles from the Divine to show us the beauty, purity and richness of Life.

Embrace it and keep your eyes out for those tiny miracles.

And no, we don’t have to wait, they’re all around us, today and everyday.

Take a look in the mirror,

whose there?

A miracle,


Erin Phelan Fletcher