Sunday, August 14, 2011

real world

something I wrote a month ago

I think I have a new rule; correlated to "don't seek comfort or recreation in commerce," there is "go out into the real world." To the places where things are made and people survive. And live, maybe.

Yesterday I pulled over at some cherry orchards outside a small town and took a slow half-mile walk while I watched the sunset. I let the wind make a mess of my hair, and I felt it against my body, and I thought about how the life I have right now doesn't quite provide access to either people or nature in a way that would be good enough. I thought about how people choose to make a life for themselves instead of a revolution, and I thought about what walking down this road would be like if I were thin (not very different, it turns out) and I felt the knots in my body just begin to uncoil themselves. I realized that I was very sad--heartbroken--and I didn't know why. I needed to watch the sun leave the orchards, and get a sense of myself.

Lately I often find myself overcome with sadness. It's hard to explain this because I am also the happiest ever. Odd things will set me off; a mother's story of playing with her children, the last few sentences of a chapter in one of my paperback urban-fantasies--"he died as he had lived, a hero and a survivor, protecting the things he cared about the most." I am mourning everything that was lost or stolen or broken that can not be replaced; all the moments when I pulled away from a lover and reminded myself to breathe, the years of hard-earned numbness, the mangled school records, the people I'm still afraid of and frighten away in return, the ugly gifts of my past that catch me unaware long after I've given up running.

For the first time in my life I'm building something very different. I cry sober the kind of tears that carry something away with them. I walk, and breathe, feel the wind at my back. Slowly, I begin to let go.

1 comment:

  1. I thought about how the life I have right now doesn't quite provide access to either people or nature in a way that would be good enough.

    Me too ...

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