To Begin Again

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This has not been my favorite holiday season.

Starting in late October my life has been filled with heartbreak, sickness and emergency surgeries of people I love. I have held my daughter as her heart was shattered. My time has been occupied with end of life decision making for future events we will all go through.   It has been spent at hospitals and picking up prescriptions.  I have spent many dark nights lying in bed worrying about finances and my child’s college debt.  I have sat with my husband while the doctor explains the surgery he proposes for his lower back.  I have stopped watching the news and have resorted to watching silly comedies at night. I have cried alone in front of my decorated Christmas Tree because I miss my children.

I have no more room for the bad news of the world and when my friend sends me a book of poetry about what it is like to be a black man in America, I put it away for another day.

I feel guilty about my own small sufferings, when I know there are worse things happening in the world.  And yet it would be untrue to say these daily small sufferings don’t matter—that collectively they don’t count, now that all these losses both current and looming are forever woven in the fabric of what is now my life.

So I accept that in this moment I am sad, in the belief I will not stay here.  That I will be able to begin again, maybe in the next hour, maybe in the next day, maybe in the next year. I will begin in small ways, baking cookies, sending a christmas card, writing this blog, calling my friends and family, reading poetry.

I  will step away from my small griefs and remember the conversation with a stranger in the line at the pharmacy and how he gave me a big smile and small wave as I left the store. I will think about the man who delivered my antique bookcase in the only two hours he had left in his day.  I will cherish the book my friend gave me as an early birthday present about Emily Carr because she knows how much I love Emily Carr’s art.  I will remember the conversation my daughter and I had this morning about our plans to celebrate Christmas when I visit her in January and how bright and cheery her voice was.  I will think of my son texting me silly pictures.   I will remember the feel of my friends hand when I visited her at the hospital.

I will spend this Christmas in reflection and hold tight to days now turning toward the light.

 

Yours in poetry,

Carey

 

 

 

 

 


3 thoughts on “To Begin Again

  1. Jennifer, thanks for such kind words. This is life. Sometimes the dark seems to outweigh the light, but the light is there…may this winter season have warmth and joy in it for you and your family.

  2. I’m so moved by….. “I accept that in this moment I am sad, in the belief I will not stay here. That I will be able to begin again…”

    Thank you Kaos for that inspiration…and please “begin again” with me beside you

    Sent from my iPhone

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