not-quite Journaling, 74
10/1/2024: I love October--the colors, the clothes, the food, the spooky decorations, the lore, the tales, the remembrance of the lives of my Dead. I know some people find celebrating the dead with merriment weird (even ghoulish), but I’ve always thought it extra lovely to have a special time of the year when we share stories (sad and happy and funny) about the lives of those we’ve lost to death. It’s one of the best ways to keep them alive (in our hearts).
Love waits--not
always
patiently, perhaps; still,
love that has been touched,
love that has been fed,
love that remembers
love...
waits.
10/6/2024: During a breast cancer awareness meeting, two individuals were discussing (okay, they were arguing at the top of their lungs about) cancer and true love. One shouted that if the love is true, the partner of a cancer patient would never leave them. The other yelled that if the cancer patient truly loves their partner, then they would understand the partner’s decision to walk away. When they asked a few of us our thoughts on the issue, I said that love is personal and complicated. The disgusted looks on their faces told me they didn’t think much of my opinion. So, I shut my mouth and started this poem bit. I still think that different loves are differently complicated. Selfishly (and unrepentantly), I’m just glad that my own love has been made stronger by my own ordeal. Also, I’m rather relieved that I don’t feel the need to scream at people, when I disagree with their much too loud views--ignoring them (and doing something that soothes me) is way more satisfying.
10/10/2024: There are songs I only listen to in October. There are foods I only eat in October. Songs and foods that were the favorites of loved ones I’ve lost to death. I think of them always, but I only let the memories linger in October…
– for
Poets and Storytellers United (Friday Writings #148: October Is Bittersweet)
A tender and contemplative post - lovely to read - Jae
ReplyDelete"You sing in my bones"... love that...a beautiful way to express that kind of closeness...
ReplyDeleteA post not only beautiful but wise.
ReplyDeleteOops, this is Rosemary
Delete"love that has been fed" -- fabulous line and concept!
ReplyDeleteI always enjoy reading your words.
ReplyDeleteAutumn is such a lovely season and perhaps October is at it's heart?
Keep strong and enjoy your days.
All the best Jan
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I love the idea of love patiently waiting. Also, it makes perfect sense to me that acts of love are personal ... not one size fits all.
ReplyDeleteLovely words. Yes, we do think about the favourite food, and songs, of our lost loved ones.
ReplyDeleteLovely thoughts. In theory one can understand anything...after diagnosis and confirmation my mother's first project was to hobble around the rehab place helping everyone who had the flu (but all she got was a sniffle), and her next one was to take a road trip in July. I understand it but don't like it.
ReplyDeletePriscilla King
I also spend time celebrating lost loved ones, I feel connected, the energy they left behind. I especially like the last bit of poetry you gifted us. ~~~~ alive through laughter and dance ~~~ Sigh.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful writing and thoughts.
ReplyDeleteYou make me love October more. I absolutely adore your love waits poem.
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