Sometimes it’s worth revisiting the idea that work, creative work, has worth. With that in mind, here’s a post I wrote three years ago, almost to the day.
If you don’t think photos are important, just wait until they’re all you have left to remind you of a loved one. I’ve heard something along those lines over the years and these days I know it’s true…not that I’ve ever questioned it. Truth is that [in particular very recently] I’ve had to deal with the suffering and loss, and the mourning of loved ones. And while I understand that, as they say, “this is life,” dealing with the loss and pain and mourning is not easy…to say the least. And so I find myself reaching out for old photo albums, leafing through all those images, in a subconscious attempt to find some kind of peace, remembrance, maybe an escape into a journey back in time, to happier days.
PS: They say time is a great healer. Maybe that’s true. Very slowly and painfully, time seems to attempt to numb the pain, but it never takes it away. Yet, the memories of a loved one remain, oftentimes captured in photographs and other scraps of creative work that’s worth holding on to.