Saturday, December 20, 2014

Once Upon a Time


#writeingrief Day 13

Once upon a time a wise old witch went to a party uninvited and unwelcomed. Unnoticed. No one even saw her. She didn’t speak, and she didn’t make eye contact with any of the party goers. She just watched the party from right in the middle. In the carefree business of partying, everyone walked on by. She didn’t understand how they made it look so easy, but in the past (before she was wise and old) when she had tried to join in a celebration, she was awkward. People welcomed her to those parties, but she could easily blend in and be forgotten.

So the wise old witch watched and listened. She closed her eyes and imagined what it would be like to partake in the festivities. Even in her daydream it felt awkward. Plastic. She didn’t need this crowd when she could have an intimate gathering with close friends. Sometimes she could sit unnoticed at those friendly get togethers, too, but somehow that was ok.
The wise old witch knows the Truth:

Sometimes bad things happen to good people.
Everyone dies.
Life isn’t fair.
Fairness is a myth.
Fairytales are gruesome. Grimm.
Shit happens.
I love you anyway no matter what.
I hear you.
I see you.
Take my hand.
Your Person is going to die, too. Someday.
LOVE.

She dosen’t always tell the Truth, though. She knows people don’t want to hear it, but sometimes, the wise old witch can’t help herself. She just blurts it out and says she doesn’t care if people think she’s crazy. She says that she shouldn’t have to filter the Truth. She should be able to say whatever she wants and needs. She says that if people leave her, she’s ok with that. She knows that anyone who loves her will stay. Anyone who loves her will allow her to say what she needs to say (even when she’s lying).

The wise old witch doesn’t go to parties anymore (if she doesn’t absolutely have to), but she still likes to be invited. She doesn’t go because she can’t. Maybe she’ll go again someday, but right now she can’t. It’s ok that some people will stop inviting her. She knows that those aren’t her people because her people are patient.

The wise old witch would like to put her gift back. She would like to go back to before she really understood the Truth. That’s another Truth she knows: No do-overs.


The Truth is all she’s got left.