Double Occupancy In My Thoughts
Does retrospection serve a purpose other than double occupancy in my thoughts? Memories of family members gone but not absent, tugging at the edges of my story. So much time and effort are lost to rumination and regret. Sorrowful loss, attached to recollections of the past, like old furniture gathering dust in a cluttered and stifling attic, pervades my outlook and drags my spirit through the muck.
Perhaps a better application is recommended. One that’s not ingrained in being hijacked by electric impulses traversing damaged and overused pathways Criticism of hurts long reviewed and reenacted seems more hopeless than putting more junk in the attic without removing the older items first. Perhaps replacing the process with a gentler, more therapeutic strategy is merited, reclaiming the messy areas of my head space through upcycling and repurposing, not like taking out the garbage but more like honoring the original intent, discovering the treasure (HOPE) hidden in the unintended accumulation of trauma and sorrow through reexamination and reframing of the source material – harsh memories.
This new perspective lets me see that I am gently carrying the hurt and frightened child out of the disaster area. Then returning to coach the critic back to safety gently. Once everyone is safe and secure and they can see they’re not alone, they can hopefully become aware of their new environment and explore their new community together. Not happily ever after like a romance, but re-integrated like a long sought-after positive outcome. The attic is now organized and well-lit. A wonderful place to spend winter afternoons, reading stories and watching the kittens play.
Monarchs and songbirds
Invoking The muse
Clouds floating by
A light breeze
Raintree leaves fluttering
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| April 26, 2023 | frankie | 0 Comments | April 24, 2023 |