on this day

On this day, three years ago, I posted the first blog post I had written since coming home from prison:

this is not a test.

Yes.

Three years ago.

I can’t believe it’s been so long.

These last few days, I have been struggling with what it means to be the nouns that I am now.  Free.  Home.  Single.  Thirty-three. 

It’s hard to feel free when you still have nightmares.  Hard to feel at home when you barely live, anywhere.  Hard to feel single when you still talk to your late husband.  Hard to feel thirty-three years old when you’ve lived at least sixty years of life already.

Next month, I turn thirty four.

There’s a milestone every week if I’m in want of something to stumble over.

I worry that I stumble too much.  I worry that I will forget all the words I am that have nothing to do with the worst parts of my last few years.  I worry that I don’t deserve a place of peace and love.

I worry, in general, and I stumble, often, but that hasn’t stopped these last few years from being home to some serious healing.

Sometimes I forget because healing is often invisible.

But music is invisible, and we hear that.  And love is invisible, and we feel that.

And Wonder Woman’s jet is invisible, and…

Invisible_plane

Never mind, we’re trying to move past that one.

 

The point is, invisible things are only invisible to the eye.

 

No…
The point is…

I am not invisible.

 

No…
The point is…

when I stop trying to measure things, I can see how wonderful the last three years have been.

I have been so very loved.
You are not invisible to me, not ever.
Your love is not invisible to me.  Not ever.

 

And, on this day, that’s the part I want to remember.
Thank you for your part in my journey.

12 thoughts on “on this day

  1. This is profound…so many lines are profound. You are right. Love is invisible but we know when it’s around us. You deserve love and peace, and yes, everyone has things to stumble over if that is what they decide to focus on. You have a lot of those things but so do most of us, just different things. Or maybe some of the same things. The point is…you have successfully hurdled stumbling points over the past 3 years and you will grow strong every day going forward.

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  2. Ra, what a beautiful post. Stumbling is part of life and the important thing is the you are moving onward and upward. You never cease to amaze me with your steadfastness and your drive, your genius creativity and your huge heart. Blogging brought us together and even if I don’t comment all the time I am still here and supporting you. Keep going, girl, you’ve got this thing called life. ❤

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  3. The point is not finding the point, as there are more than one point. It seems to me the point is to know you are looking for them and finding at least a few of them. ❤ My birthday is my favorite time to reflect. And I agree, if you look for them, there are many kinds of birthdays, and many ways to measure how many have passed.

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