almost gone in yesterday's sunlight, here today in the rain.
i'd not expected
the past. a sign that says santa was here.
i'd not expected
she had a friend with unwritten rules to be followed, like invisible cracks in a sidewalk. it was inevitable that one day she would step on one.
the friend will only hint at such, but birthday and christmas cards will stop arriving and the phone will stop ringing, and it will matter not that it wasn't her fault, that it was just one of those things in a year of those things. the friend will light a match to the bridge that has connected them for 30 years and at first the flames will sputter in her tears of apology, but she will eventually, and surprisingly quickly, stop crying, and let it burn. she will be surprised at the relief she feels.
she will stop watching the sidewalk and keep walking.
i'd thought to stop writing this year, or to write about the things that kept me silent for so much of last year, knowing i would lose friends, but determined to do it nonetheless. silence is not always golden. i'd thought i would start immediately if i were to do it, on january 1st, and i'd thought to start with how it felt to be called a racist over and over, how it hurt when people posted terrible things on facebook or twitter, and called people names, how when i questioned such things i was always told i don't mean you, i just mean people who vote like you. i'd thought to write about the exhaustion of feeling that hatred. i'd thought to write true and hard things.
then came magic. once again. hold out your hands - i've said it for years - and catch the gifts the universe is tossing your way. last year i closed my hands against the ugly words and i missed too many gifts. i gave those words, and the people who said them, power. this year i take that power back. i open my hands to this keyboard, to pens and pencils and paper, to rain and to sunshine. i open my hands to magic and truth. expect both black and white.
“The past stays on you the way powdered sugar stays on your fingers.
Some people can get rid of it but it’s still there,
the events and things that pushed you to where you are now.”
~~ Erin Morgenstern / The Night Circus