01/23/2021
I’ve been soaking in all the emotions of this week. Feeling thankful for the shift in air, although it’s more a pause and sigh of relief before the next leg of this journey. America still has a lot of work to do, after all. I’ve got more thoughts on this, but that’s a different post.
I haven’t felt much like posting lately because I miss my Wela. But whether I write about it or not, the fact remains true that my grandmother, who is one of my favorite people, has died. And that’s okay cause it’s a part of life and it’s what happens, it’s what we all do. But it’s a hard transition all the same. It’s one that we have a hard time accepting in our own lives, and a hard time discussing as a society, mostly because we don’t really have healthy coping mechanisms or healthy conversations around grief and loss. It’s only recently that we’ve started to talk about loss as a society in general. Part of that is we can’t avoid it anymore. Obviously, we have the growing deaths due to Covid-19; an increase in mass shootings in recent years; excessive police brutality. It’s heavy, y’all. And uncomfortable. Nobody wants to talk about it. But the only way through it is through it, friends. And if you don’t want to talk about it, may I suggest painting about it instead? Or shake it out and dance about it. Write about it. Sew about it. Go for a walk and move your body, it releases endorphin. Create something over it. But work. it. out. Grief is much too heavy to hold inside. I tried.
I started .apart because I was grieving. It was my guideline, the rubric and requiem. I created for myself a how-to strategy for healing, how to get through grief and survive trauma. All griefs and traumas are different, of course, and there is no right way to process them. However, there are a few surefire ways of healing yourself after a traumatic event. For me, art was one strategy. Bowties were another. Fashion, too. When something dies, something else is born.
I think the young poet laureate put it so eloquently when she said, “That even as we grieved, we grew. That even as we hurt, we hoped. That even as we tired, we tried.” And isn’t that the point? To grow, hope, and try.