It’s a beautiful day. I wonder when winter will arrive in New England but I am not going to complain.
The winter used to scare me – a few years ago I was so overwhelmed and depressed and in denial I was unable to get out of my own way (bed). Those days are not easy to forget, and yet… I tried every day to “feel better” – the irony is that I only started to really feel any better when I just allowed what was – to “be.”
Getting a divorce is like being in terrible storm at sea. You think you are going out on that fishing trip of a lifetime and what you get is a hurricane of epic proportions – that was never on the weather indicator.
I have so much compassion now for those who are trying to raise sails on turbulent and treacherous oceans -and like the Rime of the Ancient Mariner
“water water everywhere… and not a drop to drink”
Thirsting for resolution, peace, understanding, a map… solid ground.
My unanswerable question: “Is there ever going to be a time when I am happy again?” , “Will my family survive this passage to new lands?”
and then one day… after many many days of darkness, the sun finally sent it’s light to find us again… and the shore seemed less of a mirage and more of a possible destination than it ever had before.
I’d cast my net’s to fish for “a better way” of dissolving the life I knew… surely there were more productive places for that elusive catch- deeper pools where answers and possibilities swam like schools of an undiscovered species. Could we navigate toward those? Pull up the nets filled with more humanity than the ones that come up -the “norm” – pulling everything, including the demise of it’s natural habitat with it. Was there a more sustainable way?
You can go out there alone I’m sure, but thank god my fishing partner was willing too, and helped me with the wild tangle on our decks to hurl and cast for deeper territories.
Thank you my friend. Thank you my Co- Parent, Thank you my Wasband for trusting – despite the days we starved on that cold cold sea and wondered if we would ever reach the shore, and battened our hatches against the gales that threatened to destroy us all… thank you for believing that the two of us – even though we failed at the navigation … succeeded in the destination.
I will always love you.