A couple of friends have sent this to me recently, and it’s so true… I wish I knew who to credit, any idea?
The last few days, I’ve been thinking about a book I read a while back. It was kind of creepy and beautifully written and I can remember few other details except that the protagonist, a young woman, moves into an apartment next to a woman who keeps chanting, “Amsah!” over and over again. The protagonist makes up elaborate stories of black magic until one day, when she realizes the lady is saying, “I’m sad!” on repeat.
Whenever I feel this kind of persistent, pervasive sadness, I think, “Amsah!”
It’s as if there’s a whirlpool in the near distance – the all-consuming anniversary of my mom’s death, at the end of next week. And I can see the whirlpool but for now I can still swim around it – the jar is big enough that I don’t keep bumping the ball (to mix metaphors and images). But it’s an effort.
If you, like me, are starting the week a little sad, just know that you’re not alone. Let’s take it one step at a time, shall we?
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