Accepting the Ampersand~

Widowhood
Submerged me into the tsunami
Of death.
Of grief.
Of a world no longer recognizable.
The world I knew…
Of Love, of security, of confidence…
Of being wrapped in strong arms
Cherished and nourished…
Annihilated.
Devasted.
A wreckage of what was.
Wandering, and wondering. Confused and disoriented. Anxiety ridden and inconsolable.
Grief shamed by good intentions gone wrong.
Don’t you want to be happy? Why are you so attached to that word…widow? You must choose joy. Make a decision.
It’s a light switch, you know.
But nobody can judge us more harshly than we judge ourselves.
So I strove to be somewhere I wasn’t. In a future my heart couldn’t imagine.
Be better. Be different. Be somewhere you aren’t. Get your shit together. Be stronger than grief. Do better.
Using energy I didn’t have to be something I couldn’t be but felt I had to be.
And then…
I discovered the ampersand.
You know the ampersand.
It’s this…
&.
The symbol for “and”.
At which point I realized
That I could be this AND that.
I could be disoriented and confused
&
I could be sure and confident.
I could be anxious and inconsolable
&
I could be strong and, yes, luminescent.
I could be uncertain
&
I could be powerful.
I could be, and am, a widow
&
A Fucking Warrior Goddess.
I am both sides of the coin of life.
This & that.
The one drives the other.
Grief drives the Love.
Widowhood drives the Warrior Goddess.
This, for me, is true alignment.
Recognizing these two parts of me.
And, having recognized
Realized
Accepted
The ampersand…
I have found a strange sort of peace~

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