Thursday, September 27, 2012
To a surprising extent, being exposed to prolonged trauma holds us back. This is especially true when the trauma is comes from the outside, beyond our control. We see this in Pages in the Wind as Emily contemplates how to venture out, now that she is turning eighteen.
I envisioned myself walking on a sideway, day after day, and never going anywhere because I can’t cross the street. I want to cross, but I can’t. The oncoming cars are everywhere, one after another, and they’re speeding so fast I can hear the repetitious sound of tires and wind as one flows into another in steady procession. It’s too dangerous to cross, so I stay on the sidewalk where I know I’m safe. I desperately want to go somewhere, any destination that gets me off the sidewalk to a place where I can be happy. Even if the destination doesn’t turn out to be the right place for me, at least I could find out. I wouldn’t have to stay here, I could cross the street again and find something else. If I could get off the sidewalk, and cross the street, I could explore the world in front of me.
At first glance, you would think that her dismal surroundings would propel her forward and out of her environment. In truth, at least for Emily, it does the opposite. It holds her back from exploring what life has to offer. As the story unfolds, she will struggle to break through her barriers of fear, and find out what is out there.