Tuesday, 15 March 2011
Time To Feed One's Soul...
Once baby A is safely tucked up in bed and the dishes have been washed, maybe a dvd watched, all I really long to do is jump into a good book. Maybe I would choose one of the classics or a piece of literature that will change the way I view life forever (ambitious expectations I know...). But I find it hard to read sometimes, even harder to form opinions or to be transported away from this world for a while. While I find that keeping busy and doing lots of creative pursuits seems to keep the anxiety and sheer terror of having cancer at bay, I realise that it will often creep up on you, inhabiting your mind, sometimes hijacking your thoughts when you least expect it. It might be the cause of the insomnia that you experience at 4am in the morning, when all around you sleeps, oblivious to the turmoil that churns away within your head. Other times, it's a memory of a time when you thought life would always be easy. Or an overwhelming feeling of sadness that hits you when you hear a moving piece of music or see a photograph.
How do we overcome these feelings and allow ourselves to move on to a place where our emotions are no longer being held prisoner ? Well, I think poetry might be a good place to start. To me, it's an intense, compressed version of a novel. Or maybe it's a brief but dense expression of emotion that might tell me why I feel so numb sometimes when I'm having to deal with doctors and other health professionals. I came across this on O (Oprah Winfrey's) magazine's website. It succeeded in making me want to pick up an anthology of poetry and start rediscovering old works. I was so taken by this feature, that I looked up Oprah's favourite poem. It's Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou. I first read this poem as a teenager, when I first began to discover literature by black female writers.
Phenomenal Woman - Maya Angelou