I'm meandering through the internet, as I often do. I have a big family event on soon and am taking a break from the relentless planning and doing. It's all on my shoulders, as things often are of late. So I'm a little resentful, even though the event will be wonderful.
So I'm reading a bit here and there and come across this column from Dear Sugar: The Obliterated Space, written in 2012.
And now I'm crying, and I'm emptied from my petty resentments and I'm aware of things much bigger than me, much better than I'll ever be, and I'm comforted and hurting and in pain and calmer.
The article is about grief around death - for one a mother who only lived to 45 and the other a son who only lived to 22. So be prepared for that. So you'll cry. But it's also beautiful. What do we do with pain and grief and rage and loss and how do we live with it. It's like a soft acid bath that burns away the dross and leaves you with gold.
This is what the internet is really for - for reaching out and connecting and seeing situations and people in new lights, seeing yourself in a new light.
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