Grief often feels like darkness—an overwhelming loss of connection with the world and ourselves. In this episode, we reflect on Joseph Campbell’s The Blind Man at the Fair and Shel Silverstein’s The Bridge to understand grief as a journey of reawakening our emotional senses—empathy, compassion, and courage. Discover how, even in your darkest hour, you are sharpening the very traits that will guide you toward meaning, grace, and joy again. You’ve come this far—and the rest of the bridge is yours to cross.
Shel Silverstein
Helping ~ A Poem by Shel Silverstein
Help
Shel Silverstein
Agatha Fry, she made a pie
And Christopher John helped bake it
Christopher John, he mowed the lawn
And Agatha Fry helped rake it
Now, Zachary Zugg took out the rug
And Jennifer Joy helped shake it
Then Jennifer Joy, she made a toy
And Zachary Zugg helped break it
And some kind of help is the kind of help
That helping’s all about
And some kind of help is the kind of help
We all can do without
Listen to the mustn’t ~ A Poem by Shel Silverstein
Listen to the Mustn’ts
Shel Silverstein
Listen to Mustn’ts, child, listen to the Don’ts.
Listen to the Shouldn’ts, the Impossibles, the Won’ts.
Listen to the Never Haves, then listen close to me.
Anything can happen, child, Anything can be.
God’s Wheel ~ A Poem by Shel Silverstein
God’s Wheel
Shel Silverstein
GOD says to me with a kind
of smile, “Hey how would you like
to be God awhile And steer the world?”
“Okay,” says I, “I’ll give it a try.
Where do I set?
How much do I get?
What time is lunch?
When can I quit?”
“Gimme back that wheel,” says GOD.
“I don’t think you’re quite ready YET.”
Today’s Poem: Snowball by Shel Silverstein
Snowball
Shel Silverstein
I made myself a snowball
As perfect as could be.
I thought I’d keep it as a pet
And let it sleep with me.
I made it some pajamas
And a pillow for its head.
Then last night it ran away,
But first it wet the bed.
Today’s Poem: Friendship by Shel Silverstein
Friendship
Shel Silverstein
I’ve discovered a way to stay friends forever–
There’s really nothing to it.
I simply tell you what to do
And you do it!!
Today’s Poem ~ Messy Room by Shel Silverstein
Messy Room
Shel Silverstein
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair,
And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp.
His workbook is wedged in the window,
His sweater’s been thrown on the floor.
His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV,
And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door.
His books are all jammed in the closet,
His vest has been left in the hall.
A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed,
And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall.
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
Donald or Robert or Willie or–
Huh? You say it’s mine? Oh, dear,
I knew it looked familiar!
