One of the amazing things about having writing pacts with writing friends is the grace we give each other when we have had a crazy or overwhelming week… the permission for kindness to self over following through on a commitment. The push to follow through when it is just procrastination. You can follow my friend’s “pact prompts” and blog here.
My friend pulled a line from one of my writings and gave it to me, saying it could be expanded upon. That is our pact… we, any given week, have three “pulled lines” from our writing that we can use as a prompt for expansion (or for a total left turn). This week’s chosen line is from a Writing Your Grief: Round One piece I did back in the December course:
“I don’t believe it will ever go away completely. Baring a heart and brain transplant. And even then… the body remembers.”
The body remembers. It remembers everything. It remembers things the brain never even knew… or was forced to forget by its coping mechanisms.
When I didn’t remember, consciously… the body remembered. It reacted to things that made no sense for it to be reacting to.
I would startle awake as I drifted to sleep. The very act of drifting to sleep made me startle awake. That moment… in the in between… A ‘tween’ place… that moment had something in it that the body remembered and the mind never knew.
It still doesn’t. But I don’t always startle awake in that in between anymore. Sometimes. But not EVERY time. Not like before.
It was the tween between wake and sleep. Perhaps the scariest tween for me.
But there are so many more. There’s the tween between good and bad. Between light and dark. Between black and white.
In this show I used to watch, Charmed, there was this episode where a little girl was being terrorized by trolls… but the trolls could only get to her when she was in an in between. A tween place. A shadow (light and dark). A doorway (in and out). And… midnight… when the world becomes one giant tween place.
I don’t know for certain and I probably never will… but I think that my world came crashing down around me in that giant tween place. That hour of midnight.
Both times.
That June. And that April. Both.
And oddly enough… it was a tween between two months. At midnight that night… March became April. Two tweens together… me falling apart.
Happy April Fools.
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