It was Sunday night when I thought about what I wanted my Monday blog to be. I wanted to write about my writing desk and the special location it has for me that I will soon be leaving when we move. Writing Intersection became a piece I then wrote for the blog.
A small problem was that it was midnight and I was on my way to bed when I thought of it and became convinced quickly I wanted to write it. I thought it would be a short, light and quick expression I would quickly blog, post and return to the bedroom.
Famous last words, “I’m going downstairs to write something, this won’t take long. I’ll be right back,” spoken to Tom as I descended the stairs.
Only — wrong! As I was writing, I ran into a feeling that was riding under the radar and it had plenty of substance. It was the discovery that I was actually grieving this part of our current home and all that had occurred in this spot over the course of the past two years, and with great momentum and meaning the last year in particular.
So it wasn’t light, it wasn’t easy, and there were long pauses to get to the words that touched at least a little bit on this good-bye I had to say. I did say it and it helped bring it above ground for me to acknowledge, respect and release. So there’s a thank you in there for you blog readers.
Now it was 2 AM in the morning when I returned back up the stairs and into bed. It was very, very quiet in bed — so quiet that I knew Tom wasn’t sleeping either. We talked a bit; I admitted my new discovery of grief to him. He said he was sorry I was going to miss it, but could look forward to new creations at my new writing intersection.
I told him I knew that, it just seemed important to say it out loud. It was. I asked why he wasn’t asleep. He said many things were running around in his head too, he just didn’t need to write about them.
“How about a peanut butter and honey sandwich, honey?” I asked. I offered to make them. He said, “OK.”
So there we sat, quietly and calmly at 2 AM in the morning, sharing love and companionship and wonderings of the new in our lives, with our sticky sandwiches and the Sandman near-by. We returned to bed and Tom beat me into slumberland just by a split-second.
PS We’re in actual move mode now, so there may be one post by late week next week, or none until the following Monday. Thank you all for being here.
That is my writing process always. Why can’t it be easier. I really wish it was for me. Life on life’s terms, at least my life. Godspeed in your move.
Thanks CurtissAnn, do you have peanut butter on hand too? Good first day of transporting boxes, heading off to bed now, and have a second day just like this one ahead of us tomorrow. Hard boiled eggs, toast and yogurt on tap for breakfast with coffee. Half-packed boxes around kitchen floor.
Sue….very touching and lovely piece of writing. Nick.
Thank you. The peanut butter and honey was pretty good too.