Saturday, October 12, 2013
Canary in a Coal Mine
Filling in for Taryn today is a post from Kim Hamer, who used to be our regular Sunday writer...this post she wrote in 2010 is so beautiful, I thought it was worth sharing again. ~M
I feel like a canary in a coal mine.
The sadness being the air that I sometimes think will kill me.
All week long the sadness has been spillozing out of me: hovering above me like my own personal little dampener, echoing at the end of my laughter, pushing through my sighs, sealing my senses shut for moments. It sneaks up on me, shouting “Boo!” or knocks gently on my bedroom door, “Can I come in?” (as if I said no, it would go away!) Or announces its presence with callers, trumpeters and confetti!
It shows up at Trader Joes as I reach for the milk, in the conversation with the Apple Care person or as I blow cool air over my hot tea. It shows itself when I find the hairbrush … in the refrigerator.
It is thick and … indescribable. My smiles come slower and never reach the normal height.
I remember when it arrived. It’s been longer than a week. It was a few days before Pallas’s birthday. I suddenly found the planning for her birthday to be not so hard as it was last year. There was surprise, pride and joy! I’m functioning! I turn to him to say “Hey, this birthday throwing thing isn’t so hard!”
Only he didn’t answer.
Later I look at Pallas. A low, heavy moan rose from my belly. “Oh honey. Damn it Honey. You’re missing this. You’re missing all of this! ….and everything else.”
That is when sadness slipped in, started to get thicker than it had been for months. The difference between now and last year is that I know there is no outrunning it. So I sit down and let it come. It finds me in places.
At Pallas and Ezra’s school holiday celebration,
When a tall man moved passed me and
for a brief moment
And like going directly to jail in Monopoly, I went directly to sobbing. (I didn’t know I could do that!)
It found me in an email from my mother-in-law
Acting as if everything was fine between us
Like nothing had happened at all.
It found me when I called after our mailman, running to give him his Christmas gift. “Arthur, wait!” I sang. I never called Art Arthur but the sadness didn’t care.
It found me at the ranch, where the kids and I are now
When I was walking by myself, from the main house to the house off the garage. I turned the corner and walked right into it’s soft, cushy, familiar, frightening deafness.
It found me in another email, this one from a neighbor reminiscing about seeing Art and the kids heading down the side walk towards his house for a swim.
That is where I am right now. Stuck in this sadness. It’s socked me in, layering around me. There is no escaping this. So I don't even try. I sit with it. I nod my head, I sigh, I cry. I have learned to keep walking. The direction I walk is not important. The sadness always has an end. I just need to get there.