since katrina stormed onto the gulf coast a week ago...i've been holding myself in a place of emotional immobility...too overcome with feelings to be able to process them all...and actually...in my adopted fashion...there's a lot of what i've been feeling about the whole thing that i will probably never address...i'll just let time pass and eventually...most of this will fade...
it will stop being the lead story on the news...people will stop being saddened, shocked, grieved, pissed, angry, outraged, heartbroken, mortified, sympathetic, compassionate and all of the other emotions that humans experience in the face of a tragedy of this magnitude...
and because i'm out of words right now...i am going to re-post something that i originally posted back in january...i know that there was something that happened in my life at that time that triggered this post...and as proof positive of how true the sentiment is for me...i can't put my finger on just what that was...i've already forgotten...
How Soon We Forget
Originally Posted January 2005
One of the most beautiful aspects of the human spirit is its resiliency and it's ability to withstand the trials of life and not linger in defeat, but to bravely continue to take each step forward and move past those challenges which could have kept us down.
It's because of one of the truest statements ever - Life Goes On. And trust, it will go on. With or without you, the world will keep spinning causing the sun to stand at attention by day and the moon to rest in the sky at night.
Out of that ability to move on comes the tendency for people, places, things and incidents to lose the strength of their impact on our lives. With stressful or chaotic or catastrophic occurences, this is a good thing. We would surely die if we could not move past the painful times in our lives. Can you imagine what it would be like to live continually with the feelings of that specific moment of a thing that caused you great pain or distress or dispair? In cases like that, it is good that we are ALLOWED to forget.
But the fading memories of good times is a tragedy. The memory of that wonderful thing a person did for you, or a particular time when you triumphed and rejoiced. Wouldn't it be wonderful to continuously live in that state of euphoria?.
I would LOVE to be continually so happy that i couldn't stand it.
Said all of that to say:
Do not forget the good times. Hold fast to those precious moments in which you know joy unspeakable. Put them behind a special door in your heart so that on your darkest days, you can step up to that door, fling it wide open and walk into the memories of the beautiful places in your life.
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