Comments on: Seasonal sadness https://glendalarke.com/2007/12/seasonal-sadness/ Sat, 13 Mar 2021 10:35:37 +0000 hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.8.2 By: Glenda Larke https://glendalarke.com/2007/12/seasonal-sadness/#comment-23012 Sun, 23 Dec 2007 00:17:00 +0000 #comment-23012 The human condition, eh?

Time to remember that people who have to take drugs for certain brain chemistry problems often hate them because they also smooth out the highs as well as the lows. Normal sorrow is manageable, and the highs were great.

]]> By: Satima Flavell https://glendalarke.com/2007/12/seasonal-sadness/#comment-23011 Sat, 22 Dec 2007 22:38:00 +0000 #comment-23011 Yes, the past is another country, and another person lived in this skin then. When bitter-sweet memories arise, I try to feel that person’s joy without the filter of cynicism that time necessarily imposes. I can never succeed for long, though. The pain that put that filter in place is still there, not far below the surface.

Letting go is hard to do:-)

]]> By: Jo https://glendalarke.com/2007/12/seasonal-sadness/#comment-23010 Fri, 21 Dec 2007 06:41:00 +0000 #comment-23010 On the other hand, we will have kids and grandkids at Christmas this year, in the UK. Usually its just us.

]]> By: Glenda Larke https://glendalarke.com/2007/12/seasonal-sadness/#comment-23009 Thu, 20 Dec 2007 23:47:00 +0000 #comment-23009 So true.

Actually on Christmas day I will have children around, just not mine…looking forward to that.

And that line from Rebecca – amazing how something so simple can resonate still, years later. It does with me too. Another opening line that does that for me: “The past is another country…” from The Go-between.

]]> By: hrugaar https://glendalarke.com/2007/12/seasonal-sadness/#comment-23008 Thu, 20 Dec 2007 23:27:00 +0000 #comment-23008 Oh dear, you’re beginning to sound like me – all nostalgia and elegy! The aching beauty of memories.

Perhaps this is another reason why we should try to have children around us at Christmas time. Not because Christmas is for children, but because their presence reminds us of the joy of new lives and new generations, where otherwise we can become weighed down with the sadness of remembering absent friends and relatives who have passed on and share our Christmas cheer no more. At a midwinter festival we need the balance between honouring the past and welcoming the future – between which we ourselves stand as the bridge.

Sorry, getting moody again. That aside, your post reminded me of the opening of Daphne du Maurier’s Rebecca: Last night I dreamt I went to Manderly again…’

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