"The gem cannot be polished without friction, nor man perfected without trials."
Confucius
Maya Angelou said that “There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you”, and after Jim’s death, I was compelled to tell his. What began as a tribute to my husband and the legacy he left, exceedingly transformed over time into something I never could have conceptualized for myself…a thriving life without him.
Jim had only been gone a few months when I learned that St. Louis was hosting a writer’s convention. The journals I had been writing after his passing were now organized and taking the shape of a memoir, so I registered for the event. Established authors and want-to-be-writers like myself, filled the convention room. Everyone was eager to pitch their stories out into the publishing field. In all my life, I have never felt so unmoored, but I had Jim’s story to tell.
After submitting my piece, I sat among other authors awaiting my turn with an editor. A woman in her late thirties summoned me over, and I approached her with a nervous apprehension, for I had spilled my heart onto the pages she so delicately held. Peering up at me through her compassionate, teary eyes, she simply responded, “You aren’t ready yet.” She was right. My piece was a syrupy accolade, not a story, but rather a diary entry commiserating my loss. It was a fragmented conglomerate rock, sharp and unrefined. It needed time.
Rumi stated that, “If you’re irritated by every rub, how can you be polished?” Her rejection was hard to hear, but I needed her candid advice. I had yet to experience the stages and processes of loss that have led me now over to the healing side of grief. Grief will always walk alongside me, but I am now taking the lead and walking in front of it. Like a stone polished by time and grit, I too needed to refine, and as Romans 12:2 says, “be transformed by the renewing of your (my) mind.”
The journals I filled told not just our story but also the new one that I am now left to write. Singer Sheryl Crow said, “We talk about defining moments, but I think nothing can define you. They’re all refining moments. You’re constantly refining yourself and refining your life.” I feel once we all embrace refinement, we understand that love refines us, not grief.
Oh how we will flourish!