I go through an ebb and flow on each of them. Right now I find myself with a mild flow on each. I have even added a new feature on A Moment's Glory, called the "Moment of the Week" to help keep the flow going. "Moment of the Week" is just a way for me to think about and appreciate something that has happened to me during the week no matter how minuscule it may seem. It's also a good way to focus a day of writing and to help prevent writer's block, ;).
After yesterday's post here, I felt that my moment of the week from two weeks ago fit in perfectly to show exactly where I am at this point.
I had just dropped my son off at school on Wednesday morning and continued along my own daily path to work when Fields of Gold by Sting came on the radio. That song always brought warm and loving imagery to mind when Dale, my late husband, was alive. It was unofficially our song. After he passed away, I was so laden with a multitude of emotions that the song lost its innocence. I just couldn’t listen to it the same as I once did. Until Wednesday, and as I made my beeline commute to work on Brooklyn side streets, you could say that I got swept away.
Long after the shock and confusion surrounding his death subsided, it was the bad memories and guilt that hung around. Guilt being the more powerful of those two forces. It’s taken almost every bit of the nearly 6 years since his death for me to finally feel those tight grips loosen up. Wednesday morning, they let go and I managed to listen to the whole song without a bad memory or an ounce of guilt (my nemeses) interrupting. It was warm and it was sweet and I cherished every moment of that 3+ minute song.