Hot Tub Thoughts

I wrote a short blog earlier today but then this evening I went out to the hot tub. There’s something about being out there in the dark in hot water, that allows my subconscious to float freely, with thoughts that won’t leave me alone until I rush inside and, dripping, write.

Especially this evening when the dark is cool and damp and smells of the transition to fall, and rain clouds sift across a full moon.

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So here I now sit, dripping and thinking of my friends.

One who recently lost her mother. One who lost her son a year and a half ago. One who lost her daughter a year ago. Of another who lost her brother a short few months ago. And I thought of my siblings, we five orphans, who lost our parents years ago.

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There’s that horrible old adage that time heals all, but everyone knows that’s not true. No matter what you’re grieving. The death of a loved one. A cancer diagnosis. The loss of a pet. So very, very many things that cut our hearts.

I think what time does, is leave that wound of grief deep and bleeding and raw without any healing at all.

But what time also does is allow us to be distracted. To get caught up in our daily lives, to slowly move. Not move past the loss. Certainly not move beyond that grief. But to simply move with the flow of life. Jobs and responsibilities and mundane things like what to fix for dinner, or the need to pick up mail. To move with the life that pulls us along with love and laughter.

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We find ourselves happy. Maybe with guilt, maybe not joyful, maybe not even content. But still within moments where we surprise ourselves with feeling at peace, somehow.

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Obviously the wound is carried with us in those moments of living life and moving on, because, really, we never move on. Even as we go through our daily lives and find that happiness, we’re still partially stuck, back in that moment when life changed.

Or when life ended.

That doesn’t mean we don’t celebrate life. We do. Maybe even more so when we’ve lost someone. Not all of us, of course. That’s the harder, darker side of grieving that I’m not thinking about this evening, although there are people I care about who have been in those shadowy spaces.

I’m just thinking about how we move with the tide of life, slip back into that flow, let time tug us along like an undertow. And how we get caught back up in that current.

Even if we bring along the weight of a wound that never fully heals.

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8 thoughts on “Hot Tub Thoughts

    • In a way it is. Not that we want it, but it’s pure and unforgiving and we don’t need to apologize for it. Which I think, a lot of people feel like they need to do.

  1. Your words are raw and ring true. I feel exactly what you have written having recently lost my grandmother. Somehow we find a way to keep going, carrying the pieces of lost ones along.

    • And it’s so important to carry those loved ones along with you. I’ve said this before in this blog, but I heard once years ago that you die twice. Once when your physical body dies, and once when there is no one left to remember you. We need to keep telling their stories and remembering them.

  2. I’m the one who chimes in 10 days after you post but that’s how I am (to be fair I literally had my fingers on the keyboard a few days ago and got called away by one of the youths).
    I love this piece, the water imagery really resonates with me, water is the way I lost the one I grieve and water also supports me in my grief. This last week, as the salmon have made their way up the river, I have spent most days in the water with them, watching their travels, feeling peaceful in their dark cool world.
    I am calm and whole in the water and for whatever reason I am with Sam there, I don’t dwell on him but I do feel his presence. If swimming is a distraction then so be it, water provides the distraction that I feel best about. With the season change upon us I know that my days of even semi comfortable wetsuit swimming are winding down, so I’ll be there most days til I can’t any longer.

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