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Listen to What your Soul needs...It will tell you...
On Monday, January the 17th, is our daughter’s birthday. Jayde
would have been three. It is hard to believe that she has been
gone that long. I find myself getting a bit quieter during this
time in my soul. I like to stop and reflect...to stop and think
about her. I like to do something to be with her even if she is
not physically present with me.
Sometimes I don’t even know how to be on that day or what I need.
So I wait. I listen. To see what seems to be important for my
soul.
Two years ago, Dale seemed to be quite agitated on that day. It
was a Saturday. He was diligently off to the office to catch up
on some things... But, his soul just couldn’t shake the strange
feelings he had and his body was playing right along with it.
He just kept dragging his feet. In fact, quite out of character
he showed up at my office between appointments just to say Hi.
We went to a nearby coffee place and talked. When he actually
stopped to listen to himself, he knew that what he needed was to
send time with Jayde’s memory and with her spirit. So he spent
the day securing the flowers at her grave, which previously had
kept falling over. By the end of the day his soul felt so much
better.
Each year seems to be this way. We seem to need to be with this
day, differently...even differently from each other.
This is ok. The only thing that is important is that we
pay attention to what our soul needs at that time.
I don’t think that this is exclusive to birthdays and special
occasions. To grieve well, one must be listening to the soul.
Each day is different. Each day has a different need in the
grieving process.
Pay close attention to your soul. Pay close attention
to what it needs to be with and to heal from, in your
grief journey this week. It will lead you to
wholeness.
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BACK INTO THE SWING OF THINGS
Well here we are back into the swing of life without a swing in
your heart and step. People are back to work. The excitement of
the holidays is only evident in the few lights that are still up.
Some are still celebrating...but most are back into regular
everyday life.
Do you sometimes just feel out of touch with all of this
movement? Does your heart feel like it is standing still as you
feel the pain of your losses? It can almost feel like the world
is spinning by you and you are on a whole different ride. Here
is the thing. You are. You are on a different
ride. You are in a different place if you are hurting or
grieving.
You may not be able to just get into things without some effort.
Maybe you shouldn't. Maybe you need to give yourself the grace
to just go the pace you need to go at. It is so important to
honour your grieving place this year. Slowly allow yourself to
step back into the dance of life, taking all the time you need to
grieve your loss.
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Happy New Year???
It is pretty hard to think about having a "happy year" when one
has lost someone they love so deeply. We just don’t want to start
the year without having them with us. Just as "Merry Christmas"
felt so incongruent with life as it seems to be unfolding...so
does having a "Happy New Year".
So how do we approach the New Year with grieving pain in our
souls? The only thing that seems to be appropriate is to just
"be" in our sadness and try not to force ourselves to feel
anything we really don’t feel.
In fact I think that opening a new year in honesty is the best
way to start a new year. Be with where you are at. Stay open in
your grieving for the healing that is yours. Perhaps this New
Year needs to begin in expectation of the void and also in
expectation that healing will come to that void.
Dare to believe that this year there will be gifts of peace for
your soul. Blessings, as you begin this year more empty in your
soul than usual. Be gentle with yourself this year. Be honest
and authentic about where you are really at and allow yourself to
just BE there.
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MAYBE WE JUST DIDN’T NOTICE?
We sometimes think that comfort will never come our way into our
grief. We feel so alone. Yet at times it is there...for me. I
just haven’t opened my eyes wide enough to notice. I am being
held; the whole time by the healer of my soul. I have just been
so hurting that I didn’t notice it.
Sometimes it is weeks, even months later that we begin to notice
just how much we have been taken care of. As the new year
approaches, we look forward and we look back. It is then that we
can see the times that we have been carried.
And so you enter this new year...know that you will be
carried...even when you don’t notice it. Even when you feel the
most alone, you are not alone after all.
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MAYBE WE JUST DIDN’T NOTICE?
We sometimes think that comfort will never come our way into our
grief. We feel so alone. Yet at times it is there...for me. I
just haven’t opened my eyes wide enough to notice. I am being
held; the whole time by the healer of my soul. I have just been
so hurting that I didn’t notice it.
Sometimes it is weeks, even months later that we begin to notice
just how much we have been taken care of. As the new year
approaches, we look forward and we look back. It is then that we
can see the times that we have been carried.
And so you enter this new year...know that you will be
carried...even when you don’t notice it. Even when you feel the
most alone, you are not alone after all.
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STABLE GRACE
There is something about the stable. The grace in it all. The
permission to be honest. To cut through all the trimmings and
get down to the heart of the matter. This stable grace, I call
it, gives me permission to be honest with my soul; to be honest
with my grief. This stable grace, allows me to cry when I need
to and even to laugh when it feels right.
It allows me to close and breathe in deeply of my pain. It
allows me to exhale my sorrow, releasing it into the world. This
Christ child came to be real and honest. This Christ child came
to show me that he comes into my normal, painful world to be
present with me. For my grief that is a true gift...there is no
better Christmas gift to me; the presence of one who loves me
more than any other.
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