by Rebecca Cavender | death, divorce, divorcing, family, healing, patterns, relationships |
I give you an emptiness, I give you a plentitude, unwrap them carefully. – one’s as fragile as the other – (Norman MacCaig, Presents) Patterns of death weave their tapestries through my life. Sometimes the connections are uncanny, tightly knotted:...
by Rebecca Cavender | acceptance, break up letter to all the men, breaking up, changing life, changing stories, divorcing, dreams, ex, healing, letting go, loss, love, saying what you need to say, self esteem, self-love, vulnerability |
Dearest You,It’s been awhile since we’ve talked. Really talked. I wish we could sit in that café where we shared a loveseat; I rested my head upon your wide shoulders and you slowly inhaled the scent of my hair, kissing the top of my head. Or we could meet in my car...
by Rebecca Cavender | divorce, divorcing, ex, ex-husband, gratitude, healing, letter, love, relationships, self-love |
Dear You, We met 12 years ago today in that little coffee shop next to the ferry. I saw you through the large window, sitting calmly in your independence, your head gently bent over a book on global issues. Your big ideas, your worldly view and experiences, your...
by Rebecca Cavender | divorcing, healing, illness, relationships |
One of the unexpected questions that creep up when you’re suddenly single is: Who will take care of you when your bones go brittle and the wrinkles get deep? Who will take care of you if you become terminally ill or have an accident of some sort that changes you and...
by Rebecca Cavender | a woman alone, denise levertov, divorcing, healing, writing |
I love words and rhythm, so it’s probably not much of a surprise that I fall swiftly into the arms of poetry, read, and swoon. On Becky in Burma, I used to post some of my work, but after learning some literary magazines consider that publication (and many...
by Rebecca Cavender | divorcing, healing, looking forward, moving home, self-love |
They don’t tell you that you’ll buy crumpets at the grocery store because they were one of your husband’s favorite. They don’t tell you it’s suddenly strange to have double sinks in your en suite when you’re single. (You know that you’ll find a way to make use of...
