Friday, September 30, 2005

The moon keeps on rising

I reread Prodigal Summer over the summer. It’s my favorite of Barbara Kingsolver’s novels by far. The characters have much more depth than those in her other books. I marvel at her skill for describing landscapes, for making me see a place—she reminds me of Wallace Stegner in that regard, although the styles are very different—and in this book the people are all like landscapes too. I love the way the three stories in the book come together, and I wish I could read the book again for the first time, so I could watch them woven together instead of beginning the book knowing.

But even though it has become a book I know well, different things sometimes catch my attention. I was on the train on my way home from work when, at the bottom of the page, in one of my favorite chapters, I read:

The moon was high now, and smaller, and she felt her grief shrinking with it. Or not shrinking, never really changing, but ceding some of its dominance over the landscape, exactly like the moon.
Those sentences, which I’ve probably read ten times before, seemed to stand out on the page, although I’d never really noticed them before. I read them through several times. The truth in the simile made me catch my breath. Kingsolver describes the moon as having “disentangled itself from the tree branches,” and I think her comparison accurately describe how grief or trauma disentangles itself from one’s life so that a person can go on as they were, yet completely changed. At first the pain of the experience is the defining feature of the landscape—one cannot imagine herself without that pain, and the pain is an important part of who she is. It takes time for the pain to move further away, seeming to shrink, although it is still there, still a part of the landscape of emotions.

I thought of the quote again this morning, as I walked along a quiet street in Georgetown and realized I was happy. I’ve been depressed for the past month, lost in the privacy of grieving. At first my pain was intense—dominating my life, directing all my moods and actions. I don’t know whether the grief disentangled itself from my life, or whether I was the agent and disentangled myself from the grief and depression. Maybe it was simply that I’d given the time to my sorrow that I needed to give in order to heal. Maybe being busy at work with tasks I enjoy had encouraged me to focus on other matters. Maybe it’s the change in the weather. What matters is that sometime in the last few weeks, my depression became that moon that rose higher and higher, becoming only a small part of my personal landscape. It is still there: I don’t believe the things that cause us such deep, personal grief every really leave us, nor do I think they should. But I know that I cannot let that grief dominate my definition of myself for long.

As my grief ceded its dominance over my life, I wasn’t always conscious of the transition. Still, it happened. A few weeks ago I was crying all the time. I had isolated myself from the world around me. I moved slowly, doing only the tasks that were absolutely required of me. Now I have the energy to walk to work instead of taking a bus. Fall is really here, and today I stopped on my way to the office for apple cider and a pumpkin muffin, conscious of the bright blueness of the sky and the way the cool air felt on my hands. And I felt good.

Monday, September 19, 2005

The coolest website ever

...or at least the coolest one I have seen this week. Miss Zoot linked to this, and I think everything I put in is hilarious. I am waiting for The Husband to come upstairs to investigate why I am sitting in the office giggling to myself.

Elizabeth is a newly-discovered breed of fish that's two inches tall! It is twenty feet tall and is bigger on the inside than the outside.

The definition of The Husband's name makes me giggle even more, because I have the sense of humor of a twelve year old. And the definition of my cat's name is perfect (purr-fect?): we've always assumed she would swear a lot if she could speak English.

Hmmmm....I've been wanting a subtitle for this blog. I think I may have found one.

Sunday, September 18, 2005

I heart the internet

I have a counter on this site. I check my stats occasionally, to see how many people are coming in and from where. Usually neither piece of information is very interesting, but yesterday someone came by way of a search on Blogwise. I now know that if you search there for "blow me," my blog is the seventh hit. I am absurdly pleased.

Friday, September 09, 2005

Resurrecting irony

This weekend, on September 11, the Department of Defense will be holding the America Supports You Freedom Walk. According to the walk website, “The America Supports You FREEDOM WALK is an event that allows citizens the opportunity to remember the victims of September 11, honor our American servicemen and women, past and present, and commemorate our freedom.”

I just looked up the definition of commemorate:

1. To honor the memory of with a ceremony.
2. To serve as a memorial to.
Well, this confirms my suspicion that DoD is finally admitting what we liberals have believed for a while now.

Apparently, freedom is dead.