Elegant Existentialist: Thoughts from a Therapist

 Une Larme Dans L'Ocean Une larme dans l’ocean My Grandfather  Taught me to speak French. Translates to, A teardrop in the Ocean Another Grandparent lost to 2020. My Grandpa took me to museums The Exploratorium  Modern Museum of Art Taught me how imagination Can spark an idea That can change the world. We went to the first  Cirque du Soleil In a fantastical tent  in San Jose Magic before  my Five year old eyes. He made sure this child Of teenage parents  Saw beauty in the world That couldn’t be seen from outside Her window looking out to the fields Where migrants picked strawberries And smells from a tallow plant Permeated the air. My Grandpa taught me  to be proud of who I am. Embrace my truth, Speak truth to power, In the darkest hour. We fall like shooting stars Disintegrating  from great heights. Raindrops in a bucket Held and collected Water molecules connected Rippling from the energy Of every new drop.  The sound of rain Tapping back into itself Drums its way to my soul Une

 Raindrops Raindrops fall to the Earth Mirroring my tears. So many Grandparents and Elders Lost in one year.  Collective grief  in isolation. With loved ones dying. In overflowing ICUs. I. See. You.  Even though I can’t. We are forced to grieve alone. In bed and in our fuzzy pajamas To bring us comfort In the collapse. The rain reminds us  That God cries too. At least that’s what we were told When we were children Walking home in waist high water or playing in puddles either way we were left seeking  the warmth of home. My tears fall for my grandfather. Grateful I got to say my Goodbyes. Held his soft fragile hand in mine Locked all the details In my mind  Gave him one last hug Blanketing him with love To take on his journey above. Raindrops fall to the Earth.  written on January 2, 2021