Saturday, August 15, 2009

a hard goodbye

i'm on autopilot this morning. my finger clicked the mouse while the cursor hovered over the "new post" button, and my hands typed in a title. a press of the "tab" key, and here i am, wondering what in the world my hands and fingers are up to.

my facebook post this morning was "one just flew the cuckoo's nest." into the big unknown. out of the safety net, though it will always be there. a world of opportunity awaits; another chapter of life ready to be penned. empty bedroom; a vacuum. a lot of stuff packed and gone leaves more space for memories. entering that room is an almost tangible experience — the void has a weight to it, a mass of it's own. it envelops the heart and constricts breathing for a time.

time.

time always heals and softens the blow, but requires payment in the form of patience. the hole is deep, but the laughter and joy of two more cuckoos will help fill it for a time.

until they, too, fly the nest.

and then...

...i don't know.

2 comments:

Mary said...

It's hard, I know... Mine flew the nest 9 years ago. Seems like yesterday.

disa said...

I love it ! Very creative ! That's actually really cool Thanks.

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