On that specific Pillow
Our projects flit away —
The Night’s tremendous Morrow
And whether sleep will stay
Or usher us — a stranger —
To situations new
The effort to comprise it
Is all the soul can do —
~ Emily Dickinson
(The Poems of Emily Dickinson, #1554)
This poem brings to mind the restless sleep or sleeplessness we might have the night before a new experience, like the first day of school or a new job. Or traveling to a place we’ve never been to before.
But I suspect Emily is talking about death. The specific pillow, the kind we find in a coffin, when death interrupts all our projects. Will we stay asleep in death or will we find ourselves in a new situation, an unfamiliar life after death? There are many “answers” to choose from but there is no way to “know” for sure. The universe is full of wonder and mystery. After years of spiritual struggle I’ve finally made peace with uncertainty, sometime in my 40s I think. Just this. Here/now.
Thank you for the wisdom and peace today, Barbara. Lovely.
Thank you, Jet. Five years later I am cleaning up my email notifications and cannot believe I missed your comment! So sorry for this very late response. ♡
This is a thought-provoking post. I’d never thought about death in quite this way.
Hi Sheryl, as I wrote to Jet above, it’s been five years and I’m finally cleaning up my email notifications… So sorry for missing your comment and for my very late response. ♡ I remember discussing how ‘death interrupts projects’ with a therapist after my mother died in 1991. I still tend to think of it that way.