The Black River of Loss

 

Disappearing into nothing

Sorrow is irrevocably paired with kindness.  Perspective can be pain’s companion.  Fear of what lies ahead may be mirrored by hope.  What’s lost has been perennially entwined with what may be found.

Loss can be as much about transformation and adaptation as it is about dissipation.  One does not ordinarily wish to lose things, but we are powerless against the sea changes wrought when the universe takes away what we have loved.

Yet love’s labours may not be lost so much as they will be reconfigured for us, and we may even learn to find beauty in the world we occupy after such loss.  “At Christmas I no more desire a rose/ Than wish a snow in May’s new-fangled shows, /But like each thing that in season grows.”  (It’s an observation not remotely worthy of Shakespeare’s metaphorical finesse . . . but I confess I still crave roses in December; I have, however, come to accept that roses will no longer be coming my way.)

Mary Oliver’s Blackwater Woods captured both sides of the muddy divide.

 

Author: Stephanie

In her spare time, Stephanie works full-time, and then some, as an attorney. She has published articles and delivered talks in arcane fields like forensic evidentiary issues, jury instructions, and expert scientific witness preparation. She attended law school near the the banks of the Charles River and loves that dirty water; she will always think of Boston as her home. You are welcome to take a look at her Facebook author page, or follow @SMartinGlennon on Twitter and @schnitzelpond on Instagram. Bonus points for anyone who understands the Instagram handle. All content on this blog, unless otherwise attributed, is (c) 2012-2023 by Stephanie M. Glennon and should not be reproduced (in any form other than re-blogging in accordance with the wee Wordpress buttons at the bottom of each post) without the express permission of the domain holder.

4 thoughts on “The Black River of Loss”

  1. Love is the only thing that makes sense and, it is also senseless because it always costs everything that we are at the core of who we are and, there is no guarantee that the investment will have any kind of return…yet we must love. Wonderful post.

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