Loneliness outnumbers us. Loneliness outguns us. It is everywhere. It lurks in every shadow, just steps from us, like some phantom bankruptcy, ready to stain every happiness on to which we cling. Continue reading “One is the Loneliest Number”
Long before all living memory, and even beyond the reach of history, there existed a time of what today we might call magic. It was not adolescents waving sticks and speaking incantations. It was not old hags burning candles in front of cauldrons filled with eyes of newts and toes of frogs. Neither was is prehistoric hippies chanting to trees. It was a dark magic, that sometimes granted dark gifts. The magic is gone, but these dark gifts still present themselves even to this day.
Continue reading “The Dark Gifts”
It’s been a long day at the salt mines. And like most such days it was filled with the usual joys, disappointments and petty maneuverings that make work such a mediocre place to spend such a large portion of one’s life. But at least the day is over. Thankfully the day was punctuated by numerous thoughts, memories, daydreams, of those he loved, loves, and misses.
Continue reading “The Two Homes”
This is a very beautiful question and I am grateful that you have asked it. It seems to me, that if we love, we grieve. That’s the deal. That’s the pact. Grief and love are forever intertwined. Grief is the terrible reminder of the depths of our love and, like love, grief is non-negotiable.
Continue reading “Nick Cave on Grief and Love”
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”