it doesn't help that i just saw "p.s. i love you"...or that it's rainy outside...but i just felt like writing about grief today.
there are all types of losses...so many people, circumstances, changes...all potentially related to a "dark night of the soul". and sometimes it's not so much about the logistics and "facts". it can come down to a shattering of hopes, dreams, plans...
and in those moments i find that i can just get stalled...having no sight beyond the horror.
i've wondered lately if it's not always just about the emotions that accompany a loss. the time it takes to "feel"...the denial, the sorrow, the anger. is the "halting of life" sometimes a way to keep a faint grasp on existence as we knew it? a way of fighting the final release?
when we get used to life as we know it and the notions we've had about how it all should look, it's terrifying to think of anything new. EVEN if new is better. the big, bad unknown. it's like we claw at whisps in the wind in avoidance of the new reality before us.
and yet we find...in story after story...that life does go on. it's actually the promise between the lines! it CAN go on...though different, though strange... there can be a tomorrow.
and so i guess all i'm thinking for today...whatever it is we face...keep going. be real, be present...and then be ready...for...a...new...day!
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