It is time to press the button
I felt sad. It is the effect of coming into a gathered silence. Not the sadness but the awareness. Silence does that. It meets you with your own feelings. Perhaps we have learned how to distract without even noticing that we are distracting. Silence sits us down and let’s see our soul. And right there in that moment I was sad.
And you know what? It was ok. It was as if I heard silence say, “ Sadness is an emotion and is right to be felt. Don’t brush it away do as you are doing feel it you are supposed to.”
Later in a conversation with a friend they asked, “ So what were you sad about?” Did I know? Feeling often come first the story later.
Was I a little sad that somewhere in the week I was aware that it had been a year since the divorce? Was I a little sad in making the decision that it was time for T to go to her mum’s to learn these dishes that up to now they have been cooking here?
I don’t watch much TV these days but I was in one of those moments. I came upon Shtisel.
A friend had recommended it after I returned from Jerusalem, it takes me a while to get to things if ever. There was the scene when the father of the family pressed the cassette recorder and the voices of the London Jewish boys choir were heard. It signified the end of a year’s mourning for his wife and his children’s mother. There is a time for mourning and a time to start again.
Best day,
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