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
