Can I have another?
It’s a holiday week – it begins with Canada’s birthday and the middle is all about American independence. I’m up in bucolic Land o’ Lakes territory at a friend’s cottage, escaping the relentless but well meaning condolences. I’m grateful for every single one, but each one is hitched to it’s own trailer of grief, and the weight is mighty. I am seeking the weightless silence of solitude in nature. It seems the perfect recipe for processing loss.
We’ve stopped for a refreshment and are ready to move on, but still I want a moment more.
Can I have another?
I’m suggesting another cocktail, but I just want another moment. And then I realize what I’m asking… It’s a question only I can answer.
Do I want another? Only I can decide. Only I can know how much space and time I need to process this loss. Every time I seek someone else’s opinion on action I want to take, I give away a little of my power to decide for myself. This is true in all areas of life, not just grieving, mourning simply throws everything into the stark extremes of black and white. I think this week’s “middle” is a reminder to seize my independence and take my power back.
But you decide for yourself.
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