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This Dark And Quiet Night

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It’s dark outside. It’s late and the snow is softly falling. My son is watching basketball and my daughter has a friend sleeping over. Giggles echo up from the furthest corners of the house; one of my all-time, favorite sounds. Life is good, even though the week was fickle and unsettling. Actually, it was me that was unsettled it seemed, at some point, every day. Things just never quite fell into place. The flow of the week’s current pulled in unfamiliar, unsteady directions. Our usual groove was littered with bumps and unexpected twists. My patience seemed to wear thinner and thinner as each day passed. By week’s end I felt a slight rumbling within, leaving me with an unwanted feeling of restlessness.

Usually I have some kind of a thought or an “aha!” moment during the week that presents itself as the topic for what I’m going to write about in my once-a-week post. That never came. All week I had nothing but a blank page surrounded by frustration in my head. You can’t force words to paper. They come when they’re ready. And for me, they’re not always what I expect them to be. By Saturday afternoon my page was still empty and my thoughts too scattered. I couldn’t string together a sentence let alone a few paragraphs even though I felt the gnawing. Too persistent to ignore, something was there, tugging at me. I just couldn’t find it.

Maybe I didn’t want to.

Not until I sat down this evening, at this late hour watching the snow fall quietly and steadily leaving behind a fresh, clean coat of white; beautiful, untouched white, did it occur to me….

Two weeks ago Diane, the parole officer assigned to our case called asking if I would speak on her Impact Panel again this March. Yes, I said. Ever since she started the panel two years ago and every time she’s assembled it since then I’ve said yes.

I always say yes.

How could I say no? I owe it to her, to them, to my kids, to me. To me.

It helps me continue to put things into perspective, a little better, each time.

Yes Diane, of course I’ll speak.

When I hung up, I did what I do and I buried the call. Deep. I Sent it to the very back of my head and tucked it away. I went back to work, too busy to think about all that stuff, again. Besides, I’ve moved and moved on. Haven’t I? I let it sit and stew until today, until it began to wrestle its way to the surface while I tried to squelch it down with my scattered thoughts and blank page.

Now here I am at the eleventh hour thinking about it, writing about it, as it breaks free demanding to be heard on this dark and quiet night.

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  1. March 3, 2013 at 8:55 am

    I don’t really know the full story of what happened – but wish you peace of mind!

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    • March 3, 2013 at 9:44 am

      Thank you, Lady. That is the goal. 🙂

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  2. jen
    March 3, 2013 at 9:30 am

    I think there is a lot of evidence out there about how “telling your story” helps heal from traumatic events. I hope this one brings you another round of healing.

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    • March 3, 2013 at 9:44 am

      Thanks, Jen. It usually does. 🙂

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  3. March 3, 2013 at 4:01 pm

    Isn’t it funny how we tuck things away, without even realizing it actually, and then they come up for air when it’s time and when we can deal with them. I’ve had a similar week…weeks, actually. I have a post ready to be written, a picture uploaded…that’s all. 🙂 The snow looks lovely….on this coast I’m enjoying our 75 degree temps this weekend and lots of sun. 🙂 Love you, NY! XOXO-Cali

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    • March 3, 2013 at 5:06 pm

      Yes, my friend it is funny and I think our type is prone to putting things on the shelf for a while. Sorry your week was a bit of the same. I think we both expect them from time to time though. All part of the plan. xoxox NY 🙂

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  4. Karl
    March 3, 2013 at 5:38 pm

    Sharing your story is part of the healing process.

    Right now I’m looking out my bedroom window with snow lightly falling and Marvin Gaye “Holy Holy” playing in the background. It all seems so peaceful at the moment. Just for this moment.

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    • March 3, 2013 at 6:38 pm

      Yes. No matter the forum, sharing is part of the healing process. Enjoy the moment, Karl & thanks.

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  5. J
    March 4, 2013 at 6:36 am

    Sounds like you need a walk in the woods — I’m free if you are!

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    • March 4, 2013 at 7:15 am

      Yes! Thursday? For sure. 🙂

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