Discretion is the better part of valour

“Discretion is the better part of valour”

My beloved friend and editor, Scott…quoted this in conversation with me this afternoon.

I have a large amount of thoughts  whirling around my head currently. On Tuesday, I’ll acknowledge 2 years since my mother’s passing. Tomorrow will be exactly 2 years since I saw her alive. I’m trying to be brave about my emotions in this regard. Remind myself that it’s totally okay to feel and know. That it’s alright to model that emotional clay in my hand and feel it through.

I’m feeling like I don’t want to have any secrets anymore. I’m feeling strong, which is a strange landscape for me in my head. And I feel strong because of things I do, not because of things I have. Strange landscape indeed.

But there’s an element of honest truth in this Shakespearean or Rosemarian quote, that Scott spouted. (Rosemarian is a private joke and no I don’t expect anyone to get it other than him).

Discretion. The ability to discern between what you reveal and what you keep indoors. That discretion takes courage and a sensibility that I hope I have inherited from my parents. They were brave enough to live their pain, write it down but never reveal their true sadness.

So, I’m thinking all that over right now.

Thanks, Scott. You reminded me of something I had almost forgotten.