Imagine then our mind to be a garden. The kind you and I pause at when we see captured within the pages of a book. It is the garden you and I dream about. With stone cherubs and grass as green as jade. Where flowers bloom and leaves glisten. The splash of water and the singing of birds, the hum of bees and arc of rainbows as butterflies drink deep of this glorious world....into that serene landscape suddenly something sets loose a monstrous creature, a wrecking ball on a chain.
In a moment that radiant and beautiful world is no more. Bits and pieces fly. A flower is crushed; a butterfly's wings are torn. A tree lies uprooted and a side of the cherub's head is smashed in....what is left is a bleak demolition site and devastation.
Some memories are like that. They have a way of creeping up on us out of no where. Anything could trigger it. A scent, a paisley, a line in a song, a particular shade of lilac....
I think we all know what it is to be stricken by a hurtful memory. Of how it can tear us up and squeeze the very air out of our breath.
So where do we begin in our road to recovery? How do we create that garden again?
What is that first lesson in forgetting?
Forgiveness
ReplyDelete....acceptance...i guess first we need to accept that yes it has happened to me and then try to live with it looking forward to the just the next sunrise.
ReplyDeleteI just spent the entire day on Saturday reading the book, couldn't put it down..
ReplyDeleteThanks for a great book (as usual..I have been hooked since I read Ladies Coupe!), and for starting this blog!
though brief, this post took me through my life so far.
ReplyDeletewell...
why create the same garden ...?...no matter how much we try recreating it, will it ever be the same? ...and should it be confined to the same ? can't the untrampled remains of the bygone and the remnants of ruins that refuse to go be blended together with what is there and what is yet to come? , by sticking to the same, are we not limiting the organic possibilities of sprouting-germination-growth-sustenance-decay-death-regeneration ..?
for some strange reason i am reminded of a movie i saw on DD TV during my school days...especially the last part of the movie called "Saaransh" . Lead roles by Anupam Kher and Rohini Hattangadi - the mother who still has not come in terms with the death of their only son Ajay, and the father trying to contain himself. With great difficulty they managed to get the urn of ashes from the US where their son died. one day they went for a walk to the park with the urn and the ashes were strewn on the park ground. Now see what happens when they go for another walk to the same place ... here is that clip >>
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=opS38r4O_Hs