This month’s blog is late, but for good reason.
When something happens, something deep and changing, it’s difficult to focus. Difficult to concentrate. As someone that writes for a living every day, writes for pleasure, writes for the sheer love of it – I’ve barely set a word down in a month.
And that’s ok.
One day I’ll write about what’s happened this last month, but right now it’s too raw. But what I will say is that dipping into poetry has helped me to find a voice again. Grief locks you in your mind. No doors. Just walls and one floor-length mirror, which never lets up its portrait of you in all your grey-faced loss and salty misery. A silver puddle on the floor.
But reading little bits here and there is a crack of white through a skylight. A window I can’t look up to right now but at least I know it’s there. The ability to imagine. To place my heart outside these walls. To escape grief.
Soon we’ll be reading lots of retrospectives from the last year. It’s what we do – when a new start approaches, we instinctively look over our shoulders. And with the dawn of 2020, it’s a whole new decade, so we look back over the last 10 years too. I’ll do it just like everyone else does, and write about it nearer to New Year’s Eve. So much has changed. So much has been experienced, and learned.
I don’t know what 2020 will bring, but the only thing I’m determined to be right now is brave. To not be afraid of reaching out in case I end up having to let go. Life is about the connections we make, and the lost pieces are just as important as the living ones.
For now, I’ll finish with a haiku I wrote a few months ago, which turned out to be strangely prophetic as 2019 ends;
“If we didn’t brave
reaching out into darkness –
We’d never find light.”
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Grief is mysterious and strange. For each person a little different, and long in the learning, but not unkind. Warm thoughts to you, Caroline.
Thank you, dear Nell. ❤
Beautiful haiku! I’ve left my draft languishing somewhere and time to get back this week for am stuck. I am okay with the break to get back 🙂
I do love an occasional haiku! Sometimes a break is ok, we have to be kind to ourselves don’t we?
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Yes we need to! Human tendency to drive ourselves to the wall is unfair!