Today I am lost
A prisoner of the sea
Adrift in my grief
Grief can strike at any moment, apparently. It will wash over you uninvited while preparing breakfast. You will think that you are fine–transitioning back to normal even–when its thunderous crash will leave you with nothing left to do but pause, kneel and sob.
Don’t try to go about your day until the tsunami calms. Don’t even try it. You’ll just walk around like a crazy person, forgetting where you had originally intended to go or what you need to do next. Shower? Get dressed? Are the eggs burning?
Wait. Wait until the tide draws back. Your life will be there for you when you are ready to return. It may not look the same: friends will turn into strangers, acquaintances into friends, jobs into new ones. People will either understand or they won’t. But none of that matters.
Dwelling on the longing for what is not or cannot be is not constructive. Neither is becoming excessively carefree.
Just . . . be.
Be an indiscriminate observer of the ebb and flow life. Compassion and acceptance swell in minds of this state. It's the sort of wisdom that is next to impossible to achieve, but worth striving for.
Soon I will be found
A message in a bottle
Adrift in my love
A prisoner of the sea
Adrift in my grief
Grief can strike at any moment, apparently. It will wash over you uninvited while preparing breakfast. You will think that you are fine–transitioning back to normal even–when its thunderous crash will leave you with nothing left to do but pause, kneel and sob.
Don’t try to go about your day until the tsunami calms. Don’t even try it. You’ll just walk around like a crazy person, forgetting where you had originally intended to go or what you need to do next. Shower? Get dressed? Are the eggs burning?
Wait. Wait until the tide draws back. Your life will be there for you when you are ready to return. It may not look the same: friends will turn into strangers, acquaintances into friends, jobs into new ones. People will either understand or they won’t. But none of that matters.
Dwelling on the longing for what is not or cannot be is not constructive. Neither is becoming excessively carefree.
Just . . . be.
Be an indiscriminate observer of the ebb and flow life. Compassion and acceptance swell in minds of this state. It's the sort of wisdom that is next to impossible to achieve, but worth striving for.
Soon I will be found
A message in a bottle
Adrift in my love
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1/31/13
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