Marcy Madzikanda: On gratitude
The one overriding feeling I had entering 2021 was being thankful I had survived 2020. Such an incredibly painful year.
The one overriding feeling I had entering 2021 was being thankful I had survived 2020. Such an incredibly painful year.
I’d read about kintsugi years ago and during this period the philosophy comes to mind when I think about the concept of ‘brokenness’ after grief. I like the idea of seeing beauty in the broken crockery, piecing the parts back together with silver and gold. Creating something more beautiful than the original.
Coming to terms with my sisters death has been different. My attention span was non existent. My mind would drift, trying to piece together every interaction we ever had. Every laugh, fight, memory good and bad.
I started the post below that day with the intention of posting it that same day. At midday my world changed forever. Nearly eight months later, I have woken up at two in the morning and unable to sleep. I thought I’d attempt to complete and post this in the middle of lockdown 2.0.