It is said that human beings will always return to what is familiar to them. Even those who crave change, seek that which is comfortable to them.
But what becomes of those who's familiar is ripped from them... when our sanctity ceases to be?
We are forced into a rebirth, a situation of relearning all that we have been taught.
I remember reading with ferver the story of Matt, Liz and Madeline. My heart aching for his what could've been. When my own husband was ripped from me, I stopped reading. His pain became a reflection of my own. I couldn't write, fearing the words I committed to this space would reflect the starkness of my life.
In these first few months of being ripped from the womb, I am relearning to live... to feel. I am conciously aware of the beauty of what is around us... of the complexity of our intertwined lives.
This has always been one of the fundamental spaces. A place where I can be who I am. Where my musings and uniqe views on humanity can be expressed. This is my familiar.
It will as always be a little dark, mostly funny and sometimes, maybe sad but it is mine.
Human beings always return to the familiar...