She waited for me where the white caps nestled, their heads shaded by the aged wood planks. My hair blew in circles trying to whip my eyes, my cheeks, catching itself in the corners of my mouth. It was a blustery day on Washington’s rugged Pacific coast, no rain, just sea spray, cool air, and at least one warm heart.
He never told us why. Just put the boulder on his heart and pulled the trigger. Sending not just him but all of us out to sea. We didn’t expect it. But sometimes people are sad. And sick. And they forget how to live. Forget how to find joy.
In time, we found a way to live in joy for him. We connected. When we wouldn’t have. We spoke and laughed and filled our eyes with tears. When we wouldn’t have. The rain had new flavor. The flavor had new rain. His tragedy still lingered but like sprouted wheat, his gifts grew. For out of everything, I once believed, seeps a little joy. And if I held tight, it would come back to me.
Death…a musing on the beauty of life?
An unveiling of the disbelief, the avoidance, the pretending it never happens, to each the all of us, reveals the why. Energy cannot be created or destroyed. Not even death can carry your essence from me. You teach me to feel. More. To be human. Always. To remember the magic of my every day and to share that joy. Often.
A lovely heartfelt hug on a wind-whipped day at sea is a memory I will never forget, a memory Rob gave to me. And now, I have a new friend. Her name is Andrea. This is the beginning of our story. The story of how energy transformed and magic grew. Not from something beautiful or even kind. From Tragedy.
18 comments:
Oh Brynne, i Have goosebumps reading this--the good kind! I feel this is going to be a wonderful story! I look forward to seeing how it develops and what happens to Andrea. And may I say your writing completely personifies a heartfelt hug? :)
Aww, Bella. You are always so open-hearted...and even with something as tragic (then magic) as this. Thank you, my dear. And email me...I have your winning copy of "Benjamin Francis Smart" and dont know where to send it!
This is so beautiful, Brynne! I want to read more. Yes, death does have a way of demanding our attention...and making us feel the immensity of the moment. Lovely!
Thank you, Annie! So glad you want to read more. Death isnt an easy subject to read/experience. Especially for us North Americans. Glad to know it touched you in a positive way! love your blog, by the way!!
I did love this post, and thought I'd commented but it was from my phone so I think it didn't go through. Your words are sad yet lovely.
Thanks, Tracey. I'm so glad you found the lovely in the midst of sad.:) And thanks for posting again. I dont know why it didnt go thru the first time!
Brynne - strong and visceral with the tender hook quality, wanting to read more, but at the same time filled with trepidation. There is nothing quite like death to stir the fires, it end stories and create new ones. Looking forward to more..
You know, this affected me. Almost teared me up - but I cry easily. :-) Still, it was beautiful writing. Thanks so much Brynne.
Touched by your words, Brenda. Thank you so very much for taking the time to share.:)
And thank YOU, Linny. You always give me a good feeling inside, you know:)
I am a new follower...beautiful post! I have been there and can, too, appreciate the magic in the memory, the energy in the 'now'...it can be joyful:) Thanks for sharing.
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Thanks, Diane/Chad:) SoO glad to have you here and to know you could relate. And thanks for following! Yay! Eager to hear your thoughts and insights!! Will check out your blog, too!!
I cant beleive how much power you were able to put into just 5 paragraphs. Thus far this idea tears up my gut. I can't imagine the kind of terrible feelings Ide face in a situation like that. So Im eagerly awaiting the next segment. What kind of magic will you weave I wonder. :)
That one line written about the flavors and rain? Perfect!
So sorry to tear up your gut, dear Sara. You are such a magical being I don't ever want to weight your wings down in any, any way!! Glad you liked the flavor and its rain. I wish you could do a photo journal along side me:) I know it would be magnificent.
simply beautiful!!
thank you, Bliss-Aria:) Glad to have you here!
Dear Brynne - the mark of a good writer can be measured by their words. The mark of a great writer can be measured by how few words it takes them to write a masterful piece. You are among the great ones - this broke pieces of me as I read.
dear, dear Jo. I am moved by your words. I must say, though, it is You that is great. You feel in ways most do not, listen to my heart thru the spaces in my words. But still...I thank you and am humbled by what you say.
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