Paper therapy
A woman sits on a white sofa, surrounded by jewel-bright silk cushions. She is not moving, her legs tucked under her as if sitting in meditation, but there are tears catching at the corner of her eyes. Invisible straps have her fastened against the front of a train, and the heavy weight of all the days behind her push her forwards, faster and faster, the fields rushing past, people along the way merely streaks of colour. All she can hear is the wind whistling in her ears and her own heart beating out the days, one by one by one, until finally she will reach her destination.
A woman sits on a white sofa, and though she doesn’t move she lives another life, a time filled with passion and yearning, laughter and dreams, played out in front of her like a film. She doesn’t hear the phone when it rings, doesn’t see the television flickering in the corner of the room. She sees a man’s face and she hears his voice, her back arching as he runs his palm over the curve of her hip. She sits in a restaurant and watches his face change as he speaks of his frustrations; she cradles his head in her hands as she kisses his forehead in the dark of the night and makes promises there will not be time to keep.
A woman sits on a white sofa and tries to remember how to breathe.
Your words and journal pages of late, catch my breath. Your such an inspiration Susannah and I know you’re having a time of it lately, I wish there was something I could do to help ease your mind, offer you some sort of wisdom that will make your breath easier. I promise though, all this work your are journaling and writing of, you are moving forward, healing, and I’m glad you’re finding a way to express yourself, even in that pain. xo
i have no words only a warm hug as i try to remember how to breath as well …
xox
do you know that your words can bring tears to the eyes of a stranger?
do you know that sometimes, only through pain, the real beauty of life can emerge?
do you know that you are loved and respected and whole, even if you are a bit broken right now?
wishing you peace and happiness and the promise of better days.
Such deep expression. Therapy can yield beautiful results.
This is THE most beautiful post you have done. I too have sat on the couch in the 2nd paragraph, (only mine was later refurbished in green velvet. I could not get rid of the couch.) remembering every word he said, every special look he gave me…
If I can read your words w/out crying, you too can come to this point…someday…
On another note,I have used your “be gentle with yourself” to two friends now. Both male and one not known for his gentleness.
~Becky~
The way you put into words what you’re feeling is beautiful. And even if breathing seems difficult or even painful at the moment, I sense that you’re on the right path. I’m sending you hugs and strength and love. xo
So honest, the way you show your feelings and longings.
I hold you close.
:)
This post is beautifully written, and thus leaves me with no words to share.
Your in my thoughts.
Big hug,
Sophie
just know, my sweetheart, that i am here for you, holding your hand across the distance. there is nothing i can do to take your pain away, but i can tell you, over and over, that you are loved.
i see you…
Susannah,
My heart goes out to you. You lost love is more than I can bear on this Valentines day aloen. Read my blog, there has to be more out there (and no … I have no idea who Travis is). We just have a further journey to go and it doesn’t end alone.
Smile … x
Stef
dear susannah,
tears are in my eyes. this is something amazing you have written and shared. we are here for you and holding you in our hearts, with big hope for easier ti and happier times for you very soon. you are amazing.
dazey
dear susannah,
tears are in my eyes. this is something amazing you have written and shared. we are here for you and holding you in our hearts, with big hope for easier ti and happier times for you very soon. you are amazing.
dazey
no words.. just love and hugs.
Beatifully put Susannah. How seductive the past can be when something wonderful is lost. What a painful hard process it is to realise you will miss out on new wonderful experiances if you do not tear yourself away from this life that is so rooted in memories. Some days start to take on more light and joy and then you’ll have a day when it all comes crashing down again. You will move on, create new joy, experiance fresh passion. Of that I am sure. I wish it for myself to :)
Beautifully-written piece, Susannah. The journaling and writing will surely help you find your way to the next phase of your journey – a more hopeful place. Love to you, dear heart. Stay strong as you hold your precious memories close. But don’t forget that new adventures are waiting to be embraced.
Love the paper therapy collage! Sending you lots of love xx
i hear you…and i am sending you love.
you express yourself so beautifully in words, Sus. you brought me to where this woman is.
You are so gifted with words my dear, can see her and feel her.
I can’t wait for her to get off the couch, for the sun to shine in her window and bring new light and life, for opportunity and excitement to flood in, for her world to open up again in new and wonderous ways, for love to find her, for her to again feel touch and contentment.
xoxox