I have a saying amongst my friends, that sometimes you live a lifetime in one day. It’s usually not some big event but rather the minutiae of a 24-hour cycle that starts out as kindling and is a full-blown pep rally bonfire, minus the marching band, by the time your head hits the pillow.
Not counting last week’s teaser, it’s been 4 years, 2 months and 8 days since my last post or 1,533 lifetimes. We’ve got a lot of ground to cover. Although you may not be visually impaired, a parront to a bird or interested in travel, I have a strong desire that you find something at Sister Rain that makes you stop and think, smile, swallow a lump in your throat or, dare I say, LOL.
Since I made the decision to return to writing and revamp this website, the old familiar passion of putting thumbs to phone did not relent. Between meetings and emails with my web designer, I made a list of topics to type about. As I began my first post, the one you’re reading right now, it felt like home. I had no idea how much I missed it until the opening sentence came out of me. I could not stop. Do you have something like this in your life that is as natural to you as breathing, that is so all-consuming that your thirty year recurring wrist / elbow tendonitis flares up and instead of stopping, you take some Advil, put on a brace, grab an ice pack and keep going?
Perhaps that is the most important thing I want to come through all the tales I will tell. Life is chronically painful but you can and will find what reminds you of who you are beyond the grief for that which or whom once was, you will continue on despite the cumulative emptiness you now carry with you every day. Who knew that the lack of something could be so heavy? When your hurts rise up, you can take a break and allow yourself to sit with it. Or you can put your head down not in defeat but in determination. Both are honorable options, interchangeable as needed, or, sadly, what you give yourself permission to choose. I will never tell you of a moment of acceptance of the passing of a loved one or the arrival of blindness. But the people, places and things I’ve experienced, in the last few years especially, have shown me that life is still beautiful. My wish is that by reading my stories you will recognize that too. If a blind woman can see it . . .
I am relaunching Sister Rain because I am compelled to write. I hope you will be compelled to read.
Now would be a great time for that marching band.
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