Emotion is a very worthy adversary. It can lay dormant and sneak up on you when you least expect it. On Monday I fell victim to its stealthy attack and was on the verge of an ugly cry in my office in the middle of the day. At that moment, all I wanted was a hug.
Being affected by a wave of feelings is nothing new to me. I get overwhelmed by, not only my sorrows but, the melancholy felt by those around me. Like a kettle that is too full of water, that emotion has nowhere else to go and eventually it spills out.
In those moments, I feel like a child holding my arms in the air, waiting for someone to come and pick me up and tell me it’s going to be okay. I know the surge of sadness will pass, but sometimes you just need a hug to make everything feel better. The comfort of an embrace is what we are born knowing and trusting.
We had a senior’s bus tour at the lodge this past fall and I met one of the sweetest ladies during that tour. She was all of 4 feet high and spoke with a wee Scottish brogue. Every morning she would come into the office and ask if I wanted a hug. I never turned her down. And she did the same thing with the 38 other people on the tour, always careful to ask the wives’ permission to be able to hug their husbands.
She gets it. She knows there is nothing more heart-warming than a genuine embrace that will make the sorrow seem less sad, that will make life seem more manageable and that will make reality more acceptable. A hug can speak more than words, can drain sadness from your soul and can let people know how you feel about them without having to say a word.
While life may try to challenge your reality, one simple hug can bring you right back to where you need to be. Hugging is the most beautiful form of communication and it allows someone to know that you truly care.
“As long as there is one person on Earth who remembers you, it isn’t over.” ~ Oscar Hammerstein, Carousel
I speak aloud to them and their faces later hover in my dreams,
those gone before me.
Perhaps it was their time.
Maybe they were taken before I was ready for them to be gone.
They leave a void on my plane of reality,
a chasm of memories that I jump into during random moments.
I bathe in the forgotten sound of their laughter,
I warm to the memory of their embrace.
But their energy never dies.
They yearn for me to engage them.
They delight in the moments that I recall our past together.
I keep their memory alive with every thought of them,
each recollection of their journey with me.
If I take that moment to remember,
to seek what I saw in them in the physical world,
I give those reflections a new vitality.
When I look into the darkness,
I see beyond the black veil of loss.
I see the light they brought to my life.
The case that once held those beautiful spirits may be gone,
but the mark they left on my soul never leaves me.
They remain in my heart for as long as I am alive.
Each time I look into the stars,
I know they are looking back at me.
Their energy never dies.
Throughout my journey as a fledgling author, I have encountered many encouraging people along the way. In the initial stages of writing it was friends and family who were at the forefront of my support team. As I talked more about my writing progress, my circle of support grew much bigger and began to gather friends whom I have never met face to face but have become friends through this blog.
The nice thing about friends is that they have other friends, and some of those friends can provide a wealth of knowledge about the very thing that I am most passionate about – writing. Yesterday, I met one of those people. She was able to give me a much more extensive view into the publishing world since she has two published novels and a third is due out in October of 2018.
During our conversation, she was more than just supportive, she was engaging. She gave me some great insight into ways that I can establish more connections and receive some honest opinions about my writing. She told me about her journey through publishing and made me have faith that the rocky roads I will face in wanting to be published can quite possibly pave the way to eventual success. And the one thing she told me that I will continue to hold onto is to never give up.
The best thing I have learned about this process is to take advice, to take lots of advice. Some of it may have no bearing on my path or my success, but at least I can face the daunting task of publishing with as much information in my arsenal as I can get.
The two most important things I have going for me are tenacity and an extreme desire to succeed. If I can keep meeting the right people and following the right path, I just might find that success.