I saw a cartoon the other day that made me laugh regarding how the bed and the bedroom can become totally different places when your life changes from being in a relationship to being alone.
Then, as a "we", the bedroom was a place of deep intimacy. It was our place where secrets & dreams were shared, where discussions were had, where prayers were said and where moments of tender love were experienced. It was our place to rest, to be renewed and to nurture our relationship. A shared space that neither dominated, that was specific to a given purpose, the unity of our relationship.
Now, as a "me", it is a place of solitude and creativity. It is where my best thinking happens, where my sorrow is poured out, where my hope is renewed & where I do my greatest work. It's my place to relax as well as a fabulous home office!
Where once my lover lay there are now all manner of items; books, laptop, headphones, phones and journal, all at the ready for that next thought to be recorded.
There is a sadness to this memory but also a fun side as I reflect on how I have taken over this place and made it my own. The stark orderliness of the bed is no more in this season!
Tell me your story of a change that widowhood has brought and some aspect that has lightened your loss.