A truth-filled and painful docudrama, expunging our joy, resonates. We’ve been there. Indeed, we may presently be. And, still, hope remains. There will be an answer, let it be.
Living the sheerness of wind-swept sorrow holds us open to numbness alone. We’ve never felt like this... ever. Life as it was has ended. There seems no hope; the destiny of realised dreams lays shattered; a distant and useless memory.
Loss is realised now. Grief has become us and nothing seems the same again.
Day after sordid day we grapple with our new reality—though it’s probably no longer new, and it may just be that we’re not ‘adjusting’ as we should. (Or so we think.)
Giving Ourselves a Break
Pressure to respond... pressure to adjust, cope, begin again; to be restored to our former glory... why it hasn’t occurred as it should perplexes us.
And this is an important clue.
Perhaps we’re not accepting things as they are. Maybe we’re forcing some things that were never meant to be forced; things that, patently, will not be coerced. For want of neither love nor money we want to shake this dirge-mood and be free of it once and for all... but alas, it doesn’t work that way.
Letting It Be
“There will be an answer, let it be.”
~The Beatles, Let It Be, 1970.
There are giant-sized paradoxes sprinkled all through life—things we don’t begin to understand whilst we contend in the throes of our chiding ‘moments’.
And this is one. When we search high, wide, long and deep for the answers to our heart-wrenching problems and dourest sadness we can so often, ironically, push away much of what we hope to find. There is denial—the opposite problem—and this is worse, but hammering away for the answers (and trying too hard) gets us hardly closer.
But, instead, we can have some faith—at least within our thoughts, if not the belief in our hearts—that there will be an answer... so, we can let it be... just now.
Repealing our sadness is not something we have ultimate control over. We can only intend to cooperate with the Spirit that ordains the flow of life itself.
As we ‘let it be’ calm does eventually come as a consequence.
© 2010 S. J. Wickham.