Siphoning It Off

   I came across this word, siphoning, last week. I love to find, see, use words that have lost their way.
I asked the hubs, "When have you heard the word, siphoning, lately." He, hummed, " I don't know?"
"Iam serious!!! Its a great word, why don't we use it anymore!!" I so kindly raised my angelic voice.
My beloved, did not respond. He may have tuned me out. (I think I taught him how to do that!)
  It is not easy to live with an artist!! Passionate about the universe and all its fixens!! ( now there is a word!1 from The Swamp)
   I grab my pencil and write down where I see this magic word, so I can explain it to you, the reader of stuff.
  I have one grief book, that I have used for almost twelve years,  Healing After Loss by Martha Whitmore Hickman. It is daily grief mediation, that I have found through the years, to be just as good every day with or without profound grief. People go through all kinds of grief everyday, this is just a good book to have. I am not a daily kind of page reader, I would sit down and read most of the book in a day, delayed gratification and I, are not BFF.
   This was written on Jan 12 day, so I am in the same month. I could quote August as well, but I like to take my reader, with baby steps, with me.
   So the devotional story talks about a lady who lost her daughter, and began to write ( sounds familiar) She wrote down her feelings, daily events, occasion of recall, sorrow and hope. It was a way of moving grief away, putting it in another place, siphoning it off!!!
  That is how I deal with grief, writing and art. Possibly life in general. We all need to cope and thrive somehow. Pray, Preach or medicate. Find what works for us, to be better humans, each day. Kind to ourselves and others, leave the day a smidgen better. Siphon off the ugly and share the good.
    The end of the little story says, "I will be open to new ways of resolving my grief."
  Resolving grief, day to day chaos, addiction, pain, sickness, sadness, find a new way to make changes, try another way! If it is not working, pick up a paint brush, write a poem, take a walk.
  The dear, young Van Gogh  was asked , " Why do you paint." He answered with each stoke of the brush, "So that I don't have to listen to my brain thinking."
   You don't need to lose an ear, to see the power in healing.
    Be Still and Know, now that was from another, I hope you know, familiar source.
   On this cold, January Day, when I get to celebrate all of my Baron Grandsons birthdays, and remember my sister with a smile ( Trudy would have been 65) I am a happy person, I carry with me the tools.