Between Light and Dark / Between Short and Long
It’s that weird time of the year (all times of the year are weird but this is more poetic, I think) when the light is short and the darkness long. I walked to work this morning and arrived before sunrise. I left for a coffeeshop just as the light was weakening, and got home in darkness (well before 5pm). Between the years!
I always think of this time between hexmas and new years as the time in between, even though we’re technically still in the year it’s been for the past 12 months. My relationship with math can be ambiguous; I don’t care. It’s still the festival of light for those who practice the Jewish faith and/or its cultural markers. Everybody and their mother is blogging, tweeting, whatever, about contemplation, reflection, looking back.
At the moment, I’m recovering from a two-and-a-half-week long beast of a sinus infection that’s led me through many stages of physical grief and self pity, as well as cost me several days of pay (the joy of benefits never hits harder than when you don’t have them, in my experience). I also watched a lot of netflix.
The OA freaked me out to no end. I mean, I lost the majority of my hearing when I had meningitis at nine months old. I nearly died. Some religious relatives and teachers treated me like one of God’s chosen, without my desire or consent. It’s incredibly stressful and also kind of distancing to hear from family members what it was like to watch me come so close to death and come out of the experience transformed (without hearing, and without sound until I got my first hearing aid). I don’t remember going through this. I know I lived through that trauma and that I’ve carried the physical/social/cultural marker that is deafness in a hearing family, community, series of schools and workplaces. I’ve spent more time than I’d like to admit trying to answer hearing people’s questions about “what it’s like,” (I dunno dude, I don’t know what it’s like to hear like you, though media, culture, representation all give me a good idea). I’m also cool with being deaf – it’s just the way it is. It’s not tragic, it’s not really loss, and if it makes you uncomfy, that’s on you, dude. (I’m not cool with ableism but that’s a different post).
So, back to the tv show. I was so hooked. I need to process it a bit. The way people treat Prairie as so completely strange definitely resonates. I felt envy for her character, that she can remember losing her sight, and that the experience is meaningful for her. Beyond that, there’s more but I don’t know what it is yet. There’s a lot of stuff in there about masculinity too. Gotta unpack that.
This post is about flexing my writing muscle. Didn’t have a good deal to say, but thanks for reading.