Feeling a little down.
Nothing shattering or end-of-world devastating.
Just a little sadness that seeps into the day at unexpected moments and lingers into the evening hours. My mother referred to it as “feeling blue” and made it sound like a normal cycle to life. Something temporary that slows us down for a few hours or days.
Introspection always accompanies the Blues, and I know Mother’s Day caused this slip into the shadows. Last year, Grief sucked color from my world, and obscured holidays and special days. But mourning lessens and the full spectrum of Life eventually presses the darkness of loss to the edges of our minds. A survival necessity, I’m sure.
So the second year brings more light than shadow, more sunshine than rain. When the tint of my day shifts to a touch of blue, I know to let it wash over me.
Copyright 2014 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman