How To Begin

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When you walk into a psychologists office

they offer you a seat

a glass of water

and a stupid question:

 

how are you?

 

Fine.

 

How to begin?

At some point I learned how to walk,

younger than most, started out running

my Nana tells this story about an open front door and me halfway down a country lane in a nappy and my t-shirt

At some point I knew how to begin.

One foot then the other

Until you are running,

Fall,

Get back up.

How are you?

Bleeding?

How are you?

Screaming.

How are you?

 

Once on a family holiday when I was eight I tried to win a race to the picnic place but missed the turn and kept running for forty minutes until I was so lost my mother basically carjacked some lads to find me. My father was so scared he couldn’t speak. His silences can scream.

How are you?

Fine.

How to begin?

 

At some point I learned how to talk.

My first word was door.

Through hundreds of locked bathroom stalls, hundreds of people would ask me ‘Orla what’s wrong now?’

‘I’m fine.’

I become graffiti, words words words, on walls, signifying nothing too inconvenient.

 

How are you?

I haven’t moved in hours

How to grow flowers, plants seeds and wait.

Patience is a virtue unless you’re bleeding out on the floor, patience will turn to riots more and more.

 

How are you?

Tired.

How are you?

Lying on the floor. Looking you in the eye is a chore, so suddenly tired, too tired to stand, too tired to speak, so suddenly ready to scream and scream and scream

How are you?

Fine.

How to be flowers, how to be a tree, how to be a riot, how to have roots and grow and grow and know that that is enough.

How to begin.

How to be.

3 comments on “How To Begin”

  1. Simply? I love this. And perhaps if love could begin everything then moving know how to begin. (I’m sure you note the lack of question mark at the end of the last sentence 🙂

    1. Oh.. poop! I can’t find how to edit my comment. Typos R Me😏 I can’t find how to correct mistakes to bring things to an end? Maybe let’s focus on how to begin: just try, one foot, one word, no need to end perhaps? Just pause. How long can a pause last?
      ‘“And Perhaps if love could begin everything and everything could begin with love; then maybe we would know how to begin”

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