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The Dust of Broken Memories

 

“And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.”
― T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land

 

The dust of broken memories
shows me strange dreams
scattered and strewn
of happy children
and shadowed times
Too many tears shattered
over dim futures
and a yearning for a time
that never was.
I feared to tell you how I felt
and your hurt silence echoed mine
We walked for hours not holding
and then it was time for the sun
Maybe someday but that will be the dust
of another’s hand.
— G A Rosenberg

 

Blessings, G

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A State of BalaceA State of Balance by G A Rosenberg

 

A Platter for a Gorgan's HeadA Platter for a Gorgon by G A Rosenberg

Learning from Sadness

“The best thing for being sad,” replied Merlin, beginning to puff and blow, “is to learn something. That’s the only thing that never fails. You may grow old and trembling in your anatomies, you may lie awake at night listening to the disorder of your veins, you may miss your only love, you may see the world about you devastated by evil lunatics, or know your honour trampled in the sewers of baser minds. There is only one thing for it then — to learn. Learn why the world wags and what wags it. That is the only thing which the mind can never exhaust, never alienate, never be tortured by, never fear or distrust, and never dream of regretting. Learning is the only thing for you. Look what a lot of things there are to learn.”
― T.H. White

 

Knowledge is power. When something knocks the wind out of our sails, whether in sorrow or anger or even joy, it contains a lesson about what pushes our buttons and by extension what pushes the buttons of others. Anything that pulls us from zero contains this lesson. For heavier sadness, sadness that won’t go away finding the lesson contained might not be enough. In those situations, I have found it best to feel what I feel until I don’t need to anymore. Riding out the storm in a place where I won’t bring others into the pit. Chocolate might help. So might either a good book or a comedy tape. Eventually I find myself ready to move on with my life and the fastest way to do that is to throw myself into something new.
Blessings, G

 

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Staring Into the FlamesStaring into the Flames by G A Rosenberg

 

Expanding Will MandalaExpanding Will Mandala by G A Rosenberg