Letting go is such an incredible task. It is unpleasant in a way that creates physical consequences. If you are not a therapist, you don’t like to talk about it. You don’t think about it. It is like the contemplation of death. You don’t do it because there are no answers, no way to predict the unknown even a smidge. All you know is that it must be faced, but until that moment, you sit there in denial. If you ignore it, it will stay at bay and you can live your life. But can you? Can you really ignore it when you can feel the black dog staring at you all the while? I think not.
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The title of this piece is a little misleading, but, hey, I have to get you in here somehow, right? A good writer needs to hook you. So, I set the hook and then tell you right off it is misleading. How nice of me. Writers write what they know, so I thought I would write about my day yesterday. It was the day that my dad saw me for the first time. I should say, for the first time as a woman.
There are worlds we cannot explore. So many worlds, all around us. They whisper to us every day and we cannot hear them. They get lost to us. We look to the objective to find other worlds. Worlds orbiting stars that are not our own. Worlds that look like they could mimic the environment that created us as carbon based life forms. Worlds that might possess the capacity for water. We are looking for ourselves. We cannot find us. In some ways it makes me laugh because we cannot get along with each other now. Why would we want to find a planet full of more beings similar? Not that we have any way to reach them or, equally likely, they would have a way to make it here. Yet, what if there were other worlds to explore?
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Lasciel AnnwynnI am one of those. Yes, that kind. I poke around in the corners and lesser explored paths of life looking for it's mysteries. There is so much magic in the world when you open your perception to it. Look with eyes of wonder. Archives
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