Everything that is so full and fluent and sometimes even lyrical in my head unravels with the grip of a pen or the tap of a key. And yet the feeling of being moved to write–to render the world, to give shape on the page to all that is in my head–is nearly constant–and never moreso than now, with my mother’s death wobbling my world.
And so this blog: Perhaps it will be clean, well-lighted place I need. To seek, to find, a surer, clearer sense of my midlife motherless floundering self.
I hope that you’ve figured it out by now: Your music is still within you, and oh, what music it is! Let the pipes play on, with pen and keyboard at the ready. This blog is no mere blog. It’s an anthem for the soul–and a great gift to your mother and to all of us who grieve, will grieve, or have grieved.
I’m with you every step of the way.