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Thursday, October 20, 2011
A Dry Spell
In a song by Paul Simon there is a lyric that reads "Hello darkness my old friend, I've come to talk with you again". And so it would seem that everyday of the past month or so has found me visiting the "darkness" in my life. The empty void left in the wake of my mother's passing. I realize it has been over a month since my last post. I have hit a proverbial "dry spell" in my creativity as a writer, and really, pretty much everything else in my life. Time seems to be passing at two different speeds. Some parts of my life are on fast forwards while others are in slow-mo. Most days I feel like I can't make headway on anything no mater how hard I try.
"But these times they are a-changn'" and I am distantly aware that "this too shall pass". At the best of times it seems a frantic and ever pressing reality that she's gone forever, never to be truly experienced again in this life, in this world. I must be content with all that she has left behind. And in retrospect that's no small treasure. I am forever reminded of the many gifts she left this world. Her art, writing, friendships, and wonderful memories are just to name a few. And me. Some have said that I "am her greatest work". I don't take such a bold opinion of myself, but there is truth in the fact that I was, in a way, one of her "works". I was certainly the object of her affections and attentions for the last 32 years of her life. A truth that has reminded me more than anything that I should love, respect, and appreciate myself more than I often do.
In the pressing darkness that seems to consume my mind in the quiet times of the day I try to remember the good times and the things I loved so much about my mother. Her smile, her humor, kind hart, wise advice, the list could go on and on. The rude hand of time will continue to drag me along from one day to the next but that's alright. I reckon one of these days it'll drag me out of the darkness...
"But these times they are a-changn'" and I am distantly aware that "this too shall pass". At the best of times it seems a frantic and ever pressing reality that she's gone forever, never to be truly experienced again in this life, in this world. I must be content with all that she has left behind. And in retrospect that's no small treasure. I am forever reminded of the many gifts she left this world. Her art, writing, friendships, and wonderful memories are just to name a few. And me. Some have said that I "am her greatest work". I don't take such a bold opinion of myself, but there is truth in the fact that I was, in a way, one of her "works". I was certainly the object of her affections and attentions for the last 32 years of her life. A truth that has reminded me more than anything that I should love, respect, and appreciate myself more than I often do.
In the pressing darkness that seems to consume my mind in the quiet times of the day I try to remember the good times and the things I loved so much about my mother. Her smile, her humor, kind hart, wise advice, the list could go on and on. The rude hand of time will continue to drag me along from one day to the next but that's alright. I reckon one of these days it'll drag me out of the darkness...
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