I've been trying to figure out new normal today, which has included mopping the kitchen floor for the first time in some time.
So my brain is sort of stuttering and not wanting to be creative, so my gift today is a wonderful book I found online from what seems to be a South African writer who lived at the term of the last century. Or the century before the last. The 1900s. The chapter on surrender is worth the read.
It was something in the air -- I mopped my kitchen floor yesterday for the first time in probably 6 months? and I have no excuse.
ReplyDeleteExcept another comment on "grief walking" - I think people can grief walk in various levels of intensity whenever we lose something of perceived value in our lives. We mourn losses. I wonder what happened to church socials. And why are the only people I talk to outside of family online? (possibly because I work at home and am not overly fond of the phone) I know this summer there will be an adjustment, if not a minor griefwalk, when both boys get married and move out within a week of each other. Empty nest in a hurry.
I don't think we need to categorize our griefwalking according to some scale. Loss is loss and we ought to be able to say that it hurts. Empty nest is painful, and just because the reason is happy, doesn't make the pain less. I wouldn't have wanted my mother to stay and suffer, but that doesn't make the loss less painful. I find that I tend to isolate when I'm grieving because it just takes too much energy to engage with others when my energy is sorely drained.
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