‘Braving the Void’ ~
the title of a book read long before these many days with silent emptiness pooling around me.
A void that can only be felt
as I pass through rooms
filled with my furnishings,
precious writings,
overflowing book shelves.
A void that can only be felt
when my cupboards stagnate
from the busyness of creating
tasty work lunches, routine
abruptly altering even grocery shopping.
A void that can only be felt
when my personally scheduled turn
at the laundry room is no longer
timed to a work schedule,
but merely when the basket is full.
Filling the void cannot be merely
the tasks of daily busy work ~
unless my choices of nuanced
colours, music, aromas and light
bravely reshape my heart’s emptiness.
“It is not yet a feeling that points her in a direction.
It is just the feeling of a vacuum, a void waiting to be filled.”
~ Eleanor Catton, The Rehearsal
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