“The shadow past is shaped by everything that never happened.” ~ Anne Michaels
My therapist gives me assignments. Sometimes poems to write and sometimes books to read.
We talk a lot about my cancer diagnosis these days. There aren’t many people that can bear talking about it. My thoughts and feelings have reached a crashing crescendo of intensity. Yesterday she said when you are faced with your mortality in the way I am, the sense of time just falls away. You are left exposed and raw. So I don’t talk much. I think and feel… quietly.
Yesterday I was told to read this book. “I think you will find yourself in its pages,” she said. It’s another kind of grace, I think.