What was it like to love him? Asked Gratitude.
It was like being exhumed, I answered. And brought to life in a flash of brilliance.
What was it like to be loved in return? Asked Joy.
It was like being seen after a perpetual darkness, I replied. To be heard after a lifetime of silence.
What was it like to lose him? Asked Sorrow.
There was a long pause before I responded:
It was like hearing every goodbye ever said to me – said all at once.
– Three Questions by Lang Leav
Special thanks to Leyla Guezel for passing this to me
I counted my years and I found that I have less time to live from here on than I have experienced until now.
I feel like that child who won a packet of sweets: the first ones eats them with pleasure, but when he realized that few were left he began to taste them intensely.
Continue reading “MY SOUL HAS A HAT”
“I don’t think simple suffering teaches. If so, the whole world would be wise, since everyone suffers. Suffering should be added the processing of grief, understanding, patience, love, loyalty and the will to remain vulnerable.”
Anne Morrow Lindbergh
I’ve been living with most of the stories here on Winging It for so long that they tend to sort themselves more by theme than by chronological order. But a friend last night reminded me that most people now coming to these stories may not be aware of the chronology and might prefer to start with that so they can build a kind of context within which the stories lie. It makes sense.
Continue reading “The Order of Things”
One of the things I have discovered in the short time since starting the blog, Winging It, is that though the details of my experience are unique to me, many of the core elements are very cohort indeed. And it was brought to my attention that, if it feels good to me to get some of this off my chest, and even more so if in the process the words are useful to someone else, perhaps others should feel free to do the same… right here.
Continue reading “You Can ‘Wing It’ Too”
Some call it wisdom. But is it really just trying to game a system that is inherently random?
Continue reading “The Loss/Kiss Ratio”
The occurrence of an event is not the same thing as knowing what it is that one has lived through. Most people had not lived — nor could it, for that matter, be said that they had died– through any of their terrible events. They had simply been stunned by the hammer. They passed their lives thereafter in a kind of limbo of denied and unexamined pain. The great question that faced him this morning was whether or not had had ever, really, been present at his life.
― James Baldwin, Another Country
Continue reading “Every End A Beginning”
I have been putting off this piece for quite some time, and I cannot promise this will be the last word. Something tells me I will be rewriting this one the rest of my life. Just thinking about writing this brings a tear to my eye. In my mind, this story always begins where it ends.
Continue reading “Three lives, part one”
In the days ahead, we will talk more about endings, about losses. But today I am thinking about starting, starting over, starting fresh. Continue reading “Fresh Starter”
Once upon a time… er, … It was a dark and stormy night… , er, wait a minute!
I may be naïve but my instinct is that it is not the first clause of the first sentence that truly matters in this case. This is a story about life, my life, and maybe in some cases, your life too. If it is, then maybe we can help each other out along the way. Such a thing ought not to hang on just those first few words. Instead, it will unfold — just like a life should. Continue reading “Where to begin?”