Under a looking glass things are magnified. The little girl sits and looks upward. Curious how her feelings are not just a heart on sleeve, but literally heart in hand. How she longs to stuff them in a pocket and tell them to hush.
But the magnifying glass does not play such childish games. Instead it hints to look closer and remain sensitive. In doing so she begins to see that her feelings do not change. They remain heart on sleeve, and in hand dripping nearly everywhere, in the grocery store, at the stoplight, opening the closet, seeing an old friend, folding clothes, in the day to day moments of here and now. Nothing has changed yet nothing remains the same.
This is much harder than what I expected. Did I expect anything easy? The intensity of the senses exposes life in extraordinary detail… magnificent and frightening, raw and subtle, ah the aspects of grieving! Moving forward does not mean moving away. One can protect the tender spot and learn to live with it.
The looking glass sees the child leans in and says,"Come look life is here and so is your father, he is not gone… let's see him with new eyes."
I certainly hope so as she holds on tightly.
Photo: My friend Lauren's artwork. She made me this piece long ago.
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