Sometimes, the great bones of my life feel so heavy, and I wonder, where on earth does it come from, all this weight? There is a song lyric: ‘what’s that secret sorrow that your carryin?’ But it’s no great secret: bereavement, separation, loss. I feel bereaved by every memory which hijacks my senses unexpectedly from time to time. For these memories of fleeting moments in our lives are all so precious. Each one is a jewel, sometimes too bright and beautiful to look at. I wrap them up in tissue paper, stow them away safe inside a memory box. And when I can handle it, I take those jewels out and hold them to the light. I travel through those memories of past joys with a light heart, and for one blissful moment, my bones feel lighter than air, just like a bird’s.
Written for dVerse
Tonight, Linda is hosting prosery, and she has challenged us to write a prose piece of no more than 144 words incorporating this line from Mary Oliver’s poem, ‘Spring Azures:’
‘Sometimes the great bones of my life feel so heavy’
I recommend reading the full poem, as it is something quite wonderful.
I took my title from Margaret Atwood’s The Handmaid’s Tale, another quote:
‘I have them, these attacks of the past like faintness, a wave sweeping over my head. Sometimes it can hardly be borne.’
I wanted to explore how memories can be both hard to bear, and also very necessary and beautiful. The song lyric is from the following song by Carole King and The City: