Some days are Sunny, others are a B*tch

BCOF March 17 History

March 17, 2022
History: “I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realizes an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don't have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.” ― Virginia Woolf

Do you agree or disagree with Ms. Woolf? Why?




I agree with Ms. Woolf. An example would be having your 1st child. Although the child has been growing inside you and you have felt it move, you really haven't any idea what effect that baby will have on your life. Even after birth and the joy and pain, it isn't something that you reflect deeply on because most people are much too busy with the current situation. It isn't until later in life that you look back and realize what a true miracle birth is and the unconditional love and bond most parents have with their children. I think this is true of adoption also.

Of course this is true of a terrible tragedy also. If you lose a parent early in life, you are raped, robbed or attacked, in a fire or accident that disfigures you, each experience has a permanent effect on your life and always will. Having therapy can help and time can heal but it will always be with you and that experience affects decisions for the rest of your life.

I believe your brain protects you from tragedy and pain in some ways by allowing you to absorb what you can handle at a time. As we age, we can look back and see the reasons why we take different paths in life. Even someone who has had a lot of bad experiences can eventually come to also see the joy in many moments.

In her head, Leonard's voice
is always calling with love.
He tries to cheer, pick her spirits up
calm ideas deemed too rough.

She walks slowly to the shoreline
watches the tide pull away.
Praying for the resolve to do
what she must this day.

The voices are back
causing pain and agony.
No love, however deep
can conquer this bitter gloom.

She wades into the water.
Heavy rocks took both hands
for death wish pockets. To stay
is selfish and just false hope.

They will all adjust.
Time will heal this open wound.
She will no longer burden,
there is rest in nature's tomb.

She wades into her grave,
the current offers no resistence.
She sees sunlight through the water
then precious silence



By Kathie Stehr
For Virginia Woolf