WOW!!!! Shane and I went to see the off beat comedy, Love Song, performed by the Paragon Theater Troupe, and WOW! If you live near the Denver area, I highly recommend going to see this one. The intimate setting coupled with stellar performances and a fabulous script left me laughing and crying, sometimes simultaneously. I won't spoil it for anyone lucky enough to get to see it. Let me just say that the theme of opening was quite timely. We all hoard and closet our feelings to one degree or another in the hopes of avoiding pain, but in the end we avoid life... how much better to embrace the unpredictability of our feelings and step into the sticky beautiful messy existence that is our own unfolding.
Grief is defined as a deep or intense sorrow. I have been thinking a lot about grief, about it's wide and sticky reach, about the watery quality of it's absorption and the agonizing effort of swimming to shore. Intense sorrow happens. It is a part of life. Yet we press against it. We try to eradicate it. How? We encapsulate our grief in a story, thus effectively removing us from the immediacy of the pain. The mind promises salvation and begins to tell a story, over and over and over. We listen to the inner ramblings, the constant diatribe, the neurotic attempt to avoid the experience. When someone is hurting we listen to their story, we talk about it, we recount our own story, but we certainly don't jump in the waters of sadness, instead we sit on the bank of our familiar longing. Once, when I was floundering in deep grief, my youngest brother knelt next to me and held me for over an hour. He didn't speak. He didn't commiserate. He just jumped in the
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