It is not surprising that the ocean is often used as a metaphor for grief. The way sadness pulls out like the tide and you think you have moved on. Then all of a sudden, the tides change and a sunami wave of sorrow washes over you. I crashed to my knees in the shower when the weight of the wave hit me yesterday. The shower head plummeting my back like ocean spray.
Sometimes a song - or even just a thought that seemed innocent enough at first - triggers the grief. Like a land mine hidden in a layer of sun bleached grass, I am thrown to the ground.
Sunday, August 15, 2004
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Wow, what beautiful writing. I love how you vary the content of this blog!
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