Musings from the Laundromat: Broken Hope edition


I have decided that it is not the heart that breaks, but hope.

A broken heart would  be incapable of feeling- and so considering the pain mine is experiencing, it is obviously in cruel working order.

I find myself again balanced on a high, thin, internet wire – having to carefully step by the meat of a story out of respect for others involved.

The long and short of it is – I don’t want to be here today.  Here where just short days ago I was accompanied by someone very special.

The rainbow umbrella I have joked about in past posts seems duller.

The coffee I’m drinking tastes blander.

I’m in a robotic mode going through my days now, and have shed so many tears, if I were an actual robot, my lids would be seized closed from rust.

I lay in bed last night watching Lark Rise to Candleford and heard this dialogue:

 

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Human Frailty.

It trumps our best intentions – our better selves.

And seems to be the thing we humans have the hardest time forgiving.  Isn’t that odd?

I came across this beautiful picture by Zhang Jingna while contemplating writing my story in Fairy Tale format – I quickly dismissed the idea.  It was to have a Peasant, who had built up a wall in which she lived behind in a harsh environment – a Prince who would travel from a distant land and a small, angry blue gnome who meddled in matters of the heart.

The picture I will share though – it so encompasses how I am feeling.

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Hopeless.

Broken

I lay on my mothers chest yesterday – for the first time in years.  She stroked my hair the way she did when I was little.  I let the tears fall onto her pink top and while it was a little awkward at first, I think for both of us, I soon found myself gripping her tighter and not wanting to ever let go.

My son – oh … my son.  He sat and told me that he gets his compassion from me.  His creativity from me.  His love of things different from me.  He said he would always be my man – and he hugged me tight these past days.  This child I used to hold when ever he was hurting has become a young man whose eyes mirrored my pain and understood and reached out.

My friends – I have been given words from people who care from me that I will treasure always.  I did not know I mattered in ways that were expressed.  That meant so much to hear.

So my hope is not completely broken.

I still see such good.

I still see beauty.

I will not rush my healing, but let my heart and hope rebuild in time.

I will wish the Prince a peaceful heart and a happy life – because when we love someone, that’s what we want for them.

No matter if we are blessed to be a part of it or not.

I will continue to look for good in every corner of this beautiful life.

But for now – another Auden writing comes to mind.

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I shall end with another Thank You.

To the man who brought rain – I thank you for being the one who I dismantled my wall for.  The one who I opened my heart to – the one who gave me hope and had my jaded heart believe in happy ever afters once more.

And while I did not receive the glass slipper, or grow old on a porch with you – I was shown I was capable of wanting those things.

For now I rebuild my wall.

And I mourn until I am capable of letting go.

 

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About debaucherysoup

I've traveled 4 continents, affording me experiences and adventures to last a lifetime. Most important was the exposure to other cultures, beliefs and lifestyles. I'm also mom to one of the most amazing human beings I know.

Posted on October 12, 2014, in Uncategorized and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. Well, at least you have a gifted, world renowned advice columnist to turn to for help. 🙂

  2. You are a valued Human being and a treasured friend. ..<3

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