Every autumn I think of a quote, whose origin I have yet to discover, that simply states:
The trees are about to show us how lovely it is to let dead things go.
This year more than ever before I think the wisdom of this sentiment rings true in ways I have only just begun to discover. And while I think on the letting go of that which is dead, I am also reminded of another wise sentiment:
When you’ve learned
To endure pain
As silently as the earth,
A soft act of rebellion.
I feel as though I have somehow begun to live both sentiments simultaneously.
This piece was written and published less than a week after I decided it was time to end my relationship with my very abusive husband. Yet the words are so powerful that even now, two years later, I could have written them today. 27 October 2019