Beautiful Ramblings

It is my privileged to write to you each week and I hope my blog inspires you to question what is stirring in your heart.  I encourage you to lean into your pain.  And, to feel it to it's depth.

I believe that we are lead towards life and living when we allow ourselves to be still, and sit in the "nothingness" where grief lives.  I have begun to realize that visiting this empty place is necessary.  It is here that we find the answers we seek when our hearts are shattered.  This quiet place holds the blueprints of our new, changed life.  This is where our Soul speaks to us.  

Death creates a hollowness inside us.  And, the emptiness is gutting; but we have to go to this barren place to create ourselves anew.  I have become increasingly drawn towards the ledge of this place because I believe this is where some of the answers are.  So, take a breathe, and come with me.  I know we will both be better for it.  

I know you are scared to go to the edge; admittedly, I am too.  The uncertainty that follows death is intimidating.  But, we have to make ourselves even more uncomfortable.  We have to establish some momentum and take a leap of faith.

I am going to leap and build my wings on the way down. It is people like you, who can walk along side me as I navigate my way into a changed life.  I am glad you are here with me as I write about moving towards the light.  The light within me, and the light outside of me. Soaring Spirits International connects like minded people.  We support one another and  we no longer have to slay grief alone.

I am focused on change for all of us.  And, I know that if we are going to find our way out of this mess we can not stay comfortable in our grief.  We have to move.  We have to become off kilter

 As I write to you each week,  I am becoming more aware of my feelings.  I realize that what I fear most about the future is not the risks and uncertainty.  What I am afraid of is letting the opportunities for change pass me by.  I am scared that we could settle into an ordinary life when we deserve an extraordinary life. 

I am worried that I will play small, when my potential is big.  As I write to you each week I am challenging us both not to shrink.  I am keeping us accountable.  I do not want either of us to fall back into an easy comfortableness when we can leap forward, towards a bold life.  I want you to manifest the best in yourself.  Go, create a beautiful life for yourself.  We can not let life pass us by.  Together,  we've got this.  

From the Ledge with Wings in Hand,


The Dance

When Grief comes,

Take her in your arms and dance with her. 

Don't resist. 

Fall into her. 

Move and sway in time with her. 

Hold her carefully.

Then, when the music is over,

Look her in the eyes and thank her for the dance.



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Maybe the words are too kitschy.  Maybe this image of Grief is overly sentimental and idealistic.  I concede, that as lovely as the words look on the page, a part of me is choking as I read what I wrote.  A piece of me wants to gag because I feel like I'm asking you to accept Grief, when I haven't done this myself.  The truth is, I don't really like Grief.  So, in my writing, I don't want to imply that I have a smooth, functional relationship with Grief, because I don't. 

My connection with Grief is somewhat dysfunctional.  I certainly don't want to "hold her carefully".  Honestly, some days I want to march her cold hearted ass out the front door and slam it behind her.  However, at the heart of it, everything I wrote is the truth - as I know it.  I can't edit any of my words because there is nothing I know about grieving that is more pure and unadulterated. 

I am certain that if I am going to survive this mess, I can not resist Grief.  I must fall into her.  And, I must hold her carefully - whether I like it or not.  I have to believe that Grief is not my enemy.  I can't hate her.  And, I have to learn to exist with Grief because she isn't going anywhere.  Grief has unpacked and she's here to stay.

This said, Grief is not my first choice for a dance partner.  Grief is not overly warm, affectionate or accommodating.  Rather, she is relentless and demanding, albeit honest.  Grief is a straight shooter.  As I dance with her, she confidently leans in and whispers her truths, and I appreciate this.  I've always liked honest and forthright people; and, Grief, like these folk, is candid.  I respect that. 

Still, when Grief shows up, I always secretly hope that my dance card is full.  Dancing with Grief is awkward because I don't know the steps.  She always leads and sometimes Grief takes me places I don't want to go...  However, over the last fourteen and a half months,  I've learned...











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Loving You in Separation

I feel like each breathe I take puts more distance between us.  You are in another place.  A place I don't know.  A dimension I can't fully understand because I am still here.  You exist somewhere far from me; yet, somehow you are right here beside me.  You are everywhere; and, also nowhere to be found.  My Soul loves you, forever, for Eternity.  And, now I love you in separation.


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My eyes can not see you,

But, my heart loves you. 

Our Souls remain coupled forever,

For Eternity.

You are gone physically, 

But, we are connected by the heart.

And, I miss you. 

I miss you. 

I miss you.  


We are not content loving in separation because we want back what we had.  But, that isn't an option.  Loving in separation is the only thing we have now.  And, it is not some big new concept.  Loving while separated is something we have done countless times before, when they were alive.  And, now, we, the bereaved, continue to love our person despite their permanent absence. 

At times, Mike and I were physically apart because of work; and during these separations he'd always tell me "Honey, it could be worse, I could be at war and gone for a really long time."  He was right.  Throughout history, people have loved each other through long periods of separation.  Obviously, we have the innate ability to continue to love one another while we are physically apart.  And, this is done without any special training.  As a human being, we can instinctively love what we can not see in front of us.  Our love doesn't fade when someone leaves the room; and, therefore, our love doesn't disappear in our current circumstance. 

"We don't stop loving one another when we part.  We know a great deal about how to love in separation, how to hold one another in our hearts when we are apart - thinking of, speaking about, remembering, sharing interests, being grateful to one another, drawing inspiration from one another..."  (Thomas Attig) 

I acknowledge that this time, we are separated from them for the rest of our lives...  And, yes, this is so, so different than being temporarily detached.  Death makes this physical separation permanent.  This is f-o-r-e-v-e-r.   I get it.  And, yes, I know that loving in separation does not fill the physical void, nothing can...  


But, what else is there? 

The task of loving Mike for the rest of my life without his "presence" is daunting, and it saddens me,

But, I have to give it a try. 

I don't know what else to do with all the love in my heart... 

So, now that he is physically gone,

I  am continuing our relationship, on a purely Soul level.



Let me tell you about the best way I know how to do this...




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I'm a Mother, Ex-Wife, Fiancee, and Widow who's life didn't turn out like planned. Life has thrown me a few curve balls. But, I'm still a Lover of Life. Somehow, I'm still a fan of fate. And, I always have a pocket full of hope.
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