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,


I'm Building my Wings on the Way Down

Ringing in the new year without you is something I never want to do.  This year, or ever.  No matter how much time passes, no matter how my life changes; and no matter where I am standing on New Year's Eve,  I know that I will always pause and think of you.  I will always want you to still be alive, here with me.  And, always, I will want to kiss you at midnight.   


I can not find it in me to  'celebrate' another year that you will be missing from my life.  New beginnings are bittersweet for me now because part of me always wants to go back to the time when we shared our life together.  Moving forward is hard for all people, and it's especially difficult for widowed people.  I resist celebrating New Year's day because in my mind it puts more 'distance' between us.  The time when you were alive gets further away from me and I feel desperate to somehow return to the life I used to have.  When I get nostalgic I feel like my memories are more alive than me.  This mindset is dangerous because when you live in the past, you are not present and you are not living the life in front of you.  So, today, when you visit the past, go there and remember that:

The life you lived together is still there somewhere, suspended in time, untouched, and unchanged. 

What you were to one another, you STILL ARE. 

 Know that the love you share doesn't disappear just because you can't see them anymore.    

In the words of Rumi,

"Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes.

Because for those who love with heart and soul there is no such thing as separation"


I am learning that the past doesn't need me to stay there and be a permanent caretaker.  It's not going anywhere.  I do not need to stay there and tend to it.  The past is always there untouched and unaltered.  It is there whenever you need it.  I visit my past life all the time; but I know that I can not stay there forever.  I can not rebuild my life there.  That life is over.  Maybe if I say it again and again and again I will finally accept it... 

I know logically that Mike isn't somewhere hidden in the past; but, still, thirteen and a half months later, I can't stop myself from endlessly searching for him.  As I wander looking for him, I know that he won't be found anywhere but in my memory. 

I know that Mike is actually here, in the present, "with" me as I move through my life.  But, honesty, it feels empty, even when I believe what Rumi says about there being no separation.  For me, it is not always enough to have Mike "with" me without his physical presence.  I feel badly admitting this because I feel like I'm letting Mike, Rumi and myself down somehow.  But, it's the truth...  I still desperately wish that Mike could take my hand and lead the way again...  

Today we are forced to consider the year ahead; and as difficult as this is, it is necessary. 

As you say goodbye to 2017,

Stand still, and listen to the sound of the sun going down. 

In that moment hear what is in your heart. 

Take your own hand and lead the way... 

New Year's Day is a time to reflect on the year that passed; and, more importantly look forward to the possibilities ahead.  



Last New Year's Eve was particularly punishing for me because I did not want to say goodbye to the best year of my life.   I will always think of 2016 as our vintage year.  The year of us. This was the year Mike asked me to be his Wife.  We had an accepted offer on our beautiful new house and we were so excited to live together under one roof as husband and wife.  The boys were beginning to feel excited about our new life; and, the girls and I were planning weekly family dinners.  We were busy creating new traditions that never got a chance to be.  We thought we had the rest of our lives ahead of us;  then Mike died, and our future died with him.  


Last year as the clock struck midnight, I stood alone on a friend's balcony,

I was broken and bewildered.

I looked up at the stars and wondered how the hell the best year of my life had come and gone.

This wasn't real, it didn't feel like this could be true, except it was.


As I began my life without Mike, I felt like I just landed in a foreign country and I could not speak the language.  I stood at the baggage claims area and I didn't know where to go from there.  I wanted to ask someone for directions.  I needed help.  But, I was not sure how anyone could help me.  Mike was dead, no one could fix that.  So, I stood frozen in place for a long time.

Now, just over a year later, I'm standing here alone.  I've got my baggage sorted out, but I am still aimless.  I still don't really know my destination.  Where am I supposed to go?  Where the hell do I want to go? Someone, give me directions, please.  I don't want to follow the crowds so I guess I will have to figure this out myself.  Really, there should be a traveler's guide for widowhood, or an App because nothing prepares you for this new life.  Initially, I ... 







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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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