somebody at work printed off an article from an on-line magazine - a writer from Slate - lost her mother just a few months ago - there were six essays - and each one of them resonated with me - she also has been going through didion and cs lewis - and also shakespeare - hamlet wasn't depressed, he was grieving the death of his father! meghan writes, in the second article, that a friend asks, "Have you found a metaphor?""A metaphor?""Have you found your metaphor for where your mother is?" and i loved the idea of this. Meghan writes that her mother is the wind - not like the wind, but she is, indeed, in the wind - she can speak to her mother there. of course, she "needs to experience my mother's presence in the world around me and not just in my head," but she acknowledges that the metaphor is an option and having her "in the world" is not. i think this is lovely and true. and it spoke to me. it spoke to me enough that, as i have done several times this year, i found her email and wrote what her words had meant to me - and this is what i shared, also shakespeare:
Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak Whispers the o're-fraught heart, and bids it break.
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My Dear Christine: You are so simply elegant, so unintentionally thought provoking - and so, for this and so many reasons, I love you deeply. I had to find a quote that resonates with my grief, from my folks to Bill, from Paul to Mary Carlson, from watching you change to...
ReplyDeleteAnd here is what my grief is today: "It's so curious: one can resist tears and 'behave' very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer... and everything collapses." -Colette You are in my heart
Love, Kurt