Other people’s words about … being loved
We were sitting on a cushioned bench [in the pub]. Eddie had one thick thigh crossed over the other, and he was wagging his right foot gently. He was wearing beautiful Italian brogues and talking to the man next to him, laughing at something a little too loudly, and then suddenly he turned to me, rested his hand on my leg and asked softly was I okay.From ‘When Light is Like Water‘
‘You okay there, pet? Can I get you something?’
It was there in the tone. I knew that I was loved as I had never been before. I don’t mean that Eddie loved me with remarkable passion or insight. I don’t mean that I felt most fully myself with him. I mean that, in the strangest way, I felt forgiven. For as long as I could remember there’d been a vague disquiet in me, as if I lived in the shadow of some humiliation whose particulars I could not recall. Until Eddie, until he absolved me, I hadn’t known there was any other way to feel.
by Molly McCloskey
In the last few years I’ve noticed that when I’m reading a book or watching a movie the two kinds of scenes that most move me are those where two people connect for the first time (mostly, though not always, through falling in love) and those where someone forgives someone else.
Both kinds of scenes make me cry. I’m still not sure whether my tears come from a place of catharsis or from a place of yearning.
Port Adelaide, early April 2022.
I particularly love how Molly McCloskey’s narrator, Rachel, elucidates her experience of falling in love with her first husband in the passage above: how she moves away from romance to something gentler, and kinder, and deeper.
Like Rachel, I can’t remember a time when I didn’t live with a sense that I was inherently wrong, flawed, in need of forgiveness. I sense that my experience is a relatively common one, but I also sense that in me the feeling is perhaps particularly strong.
Aldinga wetlands, April 2022.
How to manage anxiety: Be kind. Be curious. I read these words somewhere once. I remind myself of them from time to time. In their simplicity and compassion, they are helpful. What McCloskey’s narrator Rachel understands in the passage above is that kindness is inherent in true love. I think that’s why her words move me so much.
Lately I’ve been reading …
- I felt a wasteland of sorrow. Too much of my own life had been spent wondering if what was wrong with me was a deficiency of character: Meghan O’Rourke on the Self-Dissolving Difficulty of Chronic Illness.
- It’s the rhythm, I say defensively: Sarah Moss on why she likes to knit and run.
3 thoughts on “Absolution”
Thank you! This time of the year is absolutely gorgeous in Adelaide … before grey autumn truly sets in! Hope you are well xo
Thank you, I am well… opposite in seasons to you, I am happy it is spring and the world is greening up. 🙂