If pulled, grief is a thread
that will leave us naked in song
A friend took me to the redwoods, where the trees talk with God, andit was a thick-barked tree five or six hundred years old that made me think Grandmommy was near. It’ss been twenty plus years since she died, and though no one understands, I carry her behind my left eye where the spirit sees. I leaned into that ancient tree, making small noises. The laurel leaves rustled. The younger trees creaked along with me. I miss her terribly. And though I resist feeling the loss and emptiness of not having her around, when I lean into that grief, it always in aftermath makes everything more vibrant, more real.
I’ve learned that grief can be a slow ache that never seems to stop rising, yet as we grieve, those we love mysteriously become more and more a part of who we are. In this way, grief is yet another song the heart must sing to open the gate of all there is.
In truth there is a small one who suffers in each of us, an angel trying to grow wings in the dark, and as this angel learns how to sing, we lose the urge tohide. Indeed, when one heart speaks, all hearts fly. This is what it meant to be great – to speak what feels unspeakable and have it release what waits in us all.
This week’s Soul Challenge:
*sit quietly, and if there is some loss you are grievihng, allow its feeling to move through
*breathe evenly, adn with each breath, imagine the angel in your heart trying to sprout its wings
*breathe deeply, and know that each feeling felt is another feather.
Chief Travel Partner
Thank you for sharing this journey with me.
I love you deeply, for in truth we are old friends.
We are One.