Emotions.......
They can be a powerful force in our life, whether we keep them bottled up or let them flow freely. The roles we play, or the ones that have been placed upon us, all have a way of determining how we express our emotions.
Those who take on the caretaker role, whether by choice or by providence as it were, tend to push all emotions aside, to take care of the situation at hand. There is no room for tears or grief when things need to be done.........or so we think.
As the one year anniversary of my Mom's passing comes this week, it's given me a different perspective on the subject of dealing with emotions. Strangely, I envisioned the analogy of a dripping faucet. Every year, we are given the advice on those extremely cold winter nights, to keep the faucets dripping, so the pipes won't burst.......
Keep The Faucet Dripping
So The Pipes Won't Burst
Looking back in retrospect and seeing the damage it has caused, I've discovered that even though the trial seems so heavy and the task seems so big......
It Can Be Accomplished,
Along Side The Tears, The Laughter,
The Anger And The Love
Sadly, so many times we have to see things in retrospect to learn. We keep the Faucet of Emotions closed tight. When the coldness of winter comes, our pipes burst, leaking out more mixed emotions than we can take.The damage to our mind, body and soul can be irreparable or take years to overcome.
So.........maybe now.....we can Let The Faucet Drip....take Time to let the Tears Flow, the Laughter Come and Embrace the Joy of Life, to realize that we can take on the task at hand and reveal our human side at the same time. We can let the emotions make us Strong instead of Weak. We can Live Life with a Strong Mind and A Warm Heart......
And the Journey Continues.......
1 comment:
Has it really been a YEAR, Wynn? Wow! Just... wow man. Time has a strange way of slipping by us when we're not paying close attention.
Reading this suddenly makes me think of some lines I wrote in a book long ago, when the character David confesses to his shrink:
"I haven't cried in such a long time. But I've been meaning to schedule it in... just get on the floor, crawl into a fetal ball and wail for the longest time."
In short: I feel you, my Friend. I feel you. Perhaps somewhere there in the quiet of Wynn-ville, some serious "dripping" is long overdue.
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