I made a new friend this year.
At the circus. No, she isn't a fire eater or clown, she does make me laugh though!
Every Thursday and Sunday, I traipse across London and take Saskia to circus
school where she is learning the flying trapeze. And whilst she flies, I am
learning about politics and ethical shopping. My new friend used to own a children's
bookshop, the kind of space where children fall in love with books and the faraway
places that they can take you to. A bookshop we see in the movies, before Amazon and their
drones.
Chatting with my circus friend
the other day, I realised something profound. I am no longer in the depths of
my grief for what we have lost when Lyska got anorexia. I am beginning to see
another path, another way, another wonderful. Somebody said to me last year ‘why
are you still talking about anorexia, Lyska looks great, leave the past in the
past.’ Perhaps he had a point, he wanted us to talk
about other things, ones that didn’t make him feel uncomfortable. But he isn’t right,
we need to talk about the things that hurt because they make us who we are.
When we walk through the
valleys, the desert places, it changes us. We get broken up into parts and then
we get put back together again in a new way. This is life.
For our family it was mental illness
this time and for you it will be something else.
That is life- standing on the mountain top, the sun on your face, joy seeping into your heart- your wedding day, your graduation, the first night in your new home. Life is the laughter of your child ringing through the garden as she skips through the sprinkler, the perfume you catch as you shop that takes you back into your mother’s arms, the warmth of somebody you love next to you on the sofa as you watch a movie.
That is life- standing on the mountain top, the sun on your face, joy seeping into your heart- your wedding day, your graduation, the first night in your new home. Life is the laughter of your child ringing through the garden as she skips through the sprinkler, the perfume you catch as you shop that takes you back into your mother’s arms, the warmth of somebody you love next to you on the sofa as you watch a movie.
And life is wandering around the
desert like the Israelites, thirsty, lost and lonely. Darkness threatens to
take you, grief sits on your chest and makes it difficult to breath. Your child
gets ill, the doctor shakes his head, the phone rings at 3 am and you know….
That is life- a dance through the
spring and summer and a trek through the wilderness of winter.
What matters is how you walk,
how I walk. Do I allow myself to grow hard and bitter when I am surrounded by
ice, do I close my heart up tight and shut myself away? Or do I remember the
mountain top and chose to thank God for the moments the sun shone on my face?
This Christmas, I will not stop
talking to people about anorexia and anxiety and self-harm because when I
do, it allows people to be real with me about what their desert place is. And
then we can help each other up, dust each other off and trek back up the
mountain together to find the Son. The Son who came as a baby and made my life
worth living, even in the desert places.