M+other

Her+ me

home+ tea

moth to a light.

drawn to remembering.

Remember today what you already know.  Grief is the tap on the shoulder to remind us to love always.

Wounds

It’s never just about death
or cancer, or surgery.

It’s what the doctor said
when Anne asked,
What will I look like?

wanting his compassion before
they removed her bandages
from where the breasts had been.

You will look like a man, he said.
He said I will look like a man!
she repeated.
I felt assaulted, betrayed, she said.

He checked his work,
the clean seams pleased him
and he left the room.

I was grateful, she said,
but now she wept, for the girl in her,
for her breasts, for her woman’s heart,
for the way we all want the healer
to sing to us.

Roslyn Strohl

Are you stuck asking “Why?” over and over. Perhaps imponderables and unsolvables are besetting your thoughts? Try changing “why” to “how ” or “what”.
How might I do that differently?
What might I chose to change first?
Who would I like to include on this change?

Daydream the possible, even when the thoughts want to interrupt and rein you in.
That way lies discovery.