Reflection

From the book March: “ . . . an army on the march provides no tranquil place for reflection . . .” What immediately came to mind was me,  a soldier engaging in battles against grief and depression after my husband died.  It’s not just one battle, but many skirmishes of different lengths and intensities, with no thought of reflection, just survival.  Only after reading these words have I given any thought about reflection, something I considered contrary to my desire to just keep moving.  I asked myself what is it, for what purpose, and is it important?  To reflect means to consider, examine, and analyze, which requires time, stillness, and courage.  It’s looking at something from every angle; size, weight, purpose, importance, and relevance.  The first two, have to do with the event itself; figuring out how to deal with the tremendous size of this death, and its crushing weight.  The last three have to do with the me that’s left behind; how to end the unsolicited impacts the power of this death makes, providing the criteria to evaluate and therefore, challenge, each impact. Reflecting on reflection has shown me its importance.  Now that I’ve begun, I will continue.

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