Septembers through the years herald closures. And closures cannot be underestimated.
Seldom are we aware of these necessary ruptures in our lives. They are hard to miss and difficult to acknowledge. Experiencing an ending and recognizing its time has come can be an invitation to put away in reverence or rage at an interruption.
Is there an intrepid one who will opt for one’s comfort zone to end? We resist change and we bask in nostalgia. We plant for a harvest and are swept by a force of nature. We fortify our lives, then come through fire and flood with only the clothes on our backs, empty-handed. Our best laid plans won’t guarantee that the firmness we stand on won’t totter and shake.
All of the above are just around the corner. This, as they say, IS life.
We can mourn and grieve but we move on, however slowly, graced by a sense of awareness.
You can’t. So go ahead. Moan and falter. Question and compare the crumbs on your plate with the sweet portions on mine. You crumple, beleaguered. You lick your wounds. You slap panic on your breastplate and taste sour fear on your palate. Merely a prelude in response to the call to closure. For some it will take decades. For others, in the twinkling of an eye. But until then . . . you consign yourself to rehashing former habits, restarting old mindsets, and resume your former days.
Step across that threshold. You can. For starters, take up that necessary solo trek unencumbered. Lock that door behind you. Then stand fast and breathe. Breathe in that Unimaginable Risk. Let go of that reassuring hand.
Don’t look back. . . . Walk briskly into your new life.
Remé Antonia Grefalda
Virginia, September 2011