Friday, July 19, 2024

That myriad-faceted diamond

Grief. 

When my father died, someone very wise said to me that grief was like a diamond. You would grieve acutely and then the feeling would mellow. Until suddenly the light would catch on another facet of your loss and you would start afresh to feel bereft. 

When one witnesses a slow death, one grieves in anticipation. That grief is mixed with helplessness and guilt. Mostly guilt about helplessness. You cannot stop this. Or could you? Is this happening because of you? Your negligence? Your incompetence? It's horrible and even as that potent combination combusts inside your being, you cannot share it with anyone. It is not the same for anyone else. You are grieving and you are alone. 

Still, humans are resilient and wired to drag and keep moving from one task to the next, one day to the next. 

Until something reminds you of one of the reasons for your grief. Why does this matter so much to me that I am this sad about its loss, despite all that I know about life and loss, about working in the moment? And then, you start over. 

No matter how many words you spill, you are alone in your grief. Desolate. Bereft. Sad. Alone. 

Thursday, June 27, 2024

The Pause Button

 

Some days, life just cries out for a pause button. Or is the pause button that cries out to one? 

Either way, you know you simply have to walk away from all of it--at least for a while, if not forever. The work. The responsibility. The thinking. The planning. The organising. The worrying. The stretching of the brain to accommodate all requests. 

The last straw is loaded. It is just too much. It is time to shed whatever one can. 

But if one cannot, one searches frantically for the pause button, hoping that somehow the whole world gets the message and stops the relentless assault, knowing it doesn't, hoping that one simply ceases to notice, at least for a while... 




Saturday, June 22, 2024

The Magic Hour


5:16 a.m. and it is  still pitch dark outside. I have been up for an hour, attempting to go back to sleep. 

This is the magic hour when sleep is most delicious and waking up makes for a day of endless possibilities. What to choose? On days when I have to get going, I know sleep is the better choice. On holidays, I am up bright and early, my brain cranking up that long list of tasks that make it impossible to return to sleep. 

And there are the many discomforts that come with age. I won't listen them but at either end of the night, they will not let you sleep. 

So, early mornings. Dark. Quiet. Cooler than the rest of the day. Secret, because no one knows you are awake. A magic time that is all yours. 

What will you make of this magic? 

Friday, June 21, 2024

Recoleta's Atlas

July 14, 2024, Buenos Aires. Photo credit: Swarna Rajagopalan

Outside Buenos Aires' famous Recoleta cemetary is this amazing, old gum tree. Beneath, you are surprised to see someone carrying, dragging it, a little bent under its great weight. 'Recoleta's Atlas' was sculpted by JoaquĆ­n Arbiza Brianza from over 3000 car parts, welded together. 

Sometimes, we are each Recoleta's Atlas, carrying the world on our shoulders, trying to drag a much larger tree, deeply rooted to the ground.