MAY 9
Were it possible for us to see further than our knowledge
reaches, and yet a little way beyond the outworks of our
divining, perhaps we would endure our sadnesses with
greater confidence than our joys. For they are the moments
when something new has entered into us, something un-
known; our feelings grow mute in shy perplexity, everything
in us withdraws, a stillness comes, and the new, which no
one knows, stands in the midst of it and is silent.
—MARIA RAINER RILKE
These times of grieving the loss of a loved one are times of
change. It is as though we leave forever a room where we
have been comfortable and functioning well, and enter a
new room. Some of the same furnishings are there, and some
of the same people, but the room is different nonetheless
and requires a whole new adaptation from us—and, prob-
ably, from the others in the room with us.
We have choices. We can hide in a corner, cowering, un-
willing to look around. We can tear around mindlessly,
looking for an escape, though we know there is none. Or
we can look around, see where the windows are and where
doors open into the future, for the door we came through
is closed. We can look for people who can help us—and be-
gin to attend to this life, day by day.
Slowly, and with some ambivalence, I will begin to experience the
new in my life.