Then We Will Swim
This I will do, for best it seems: so long as the beams hold in the fastenings, here I will stay and bide what I must bear; but when the surge batters my raft to pieces, then I will swim. Odysseus
Like the Greek hero Odysseus tossed by treacherous waves on his epic journey back to his island home of Ithaca, those of us who have experienced loss find ourselves on turbulent waters, desperately searching for the safety of home. For the peace and comfort of our old normal.
But home is different now than before the storm pulled us like a magnet into the darkest tempests of the ocean.
Home is still where we belong. It is our safe place, though the landscape has changed. Empty spaces that once vibrated with life now silently question their purpose.
We strain with everything in us to catch any glimpse at all of the shore. For evidence that home is still there. That we won’t be on this raft, tossed about forever.
And we stay the course. We lash ourselves to the raft if we must and ride the waves.
And when the surge batters our raft to pieces….
Then we will swim.