I am not ashamed
to have known the touch
of madness
or to share the passion
it has gifted me.
~A. Shea
Me thinks 'tis a malady to which we
don't often admit. But, just think of
the times we've been overcome with
grief. The death of a child, albeit
one of our own children, a young
friend or one of our students. That
loss of a special parent or a close
friend. Living through this kind of
sorrow, you indeed know madness!
Certain losses show us the door to
a bit of madness. Loss of reputation;
the mishandling of funds and all
that this entails, accidental or not.
The loss of a special friendship,
often over some minute detail.
The death of a fave pet, however
embarrassing we may find this
grief to be.
Those of us who tend toward the
eccentric, understand the madness
experienced from time to time in
not being understood, much less
accepted. Not often perhaps, but
just once in a while 'twould be
lovely to be part of the gang.
So, what's this all about? What am
I asking? What needs to happen?
Perhaps, the first thing would be
to accept that bit of madness in
ourselves. It follows then, that we
can be more understanding and
accepting of this in others.
Madness is real, it exists. It rears
its ugly head from time to time.
We would do well to accept this
and look it straight in the face!
It is what it is . . .
what is this sorrow
a certain kind of madness
mad with angry grief
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