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 breath, 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 I will settle into an ordinary life when I want 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,



Since you died I feel like I am masquerading in someone else's life.  The likelihood of outliving you was always in the back of my mind, but it wasn't something that I prepared for because I naively thought we had "the rest of our lives" ahead of us.  I honestly thought that we had at least twenty more years together.  And, because I blindly believed this, I arrived to widowhood completely unsorted.  For the first few months everything was raw and rough.  I was unpracticed at being a widow, so I made homespun, amateur attempts at surviving.  However, with time, my ability to live with grief has become more polished.   Fifteen months later, I do less improvising throughout my day.

I am doing this 'widow thing' . And, from the outside looking in, things appear to be returning to 'normal'.  But, those of us who live this life know full well that we can never return to 'normal' again.  I don't say this looking for sympathy.  I say it because it is the truth.  You know this as well as me.  It just is what it is. This is widowhood.   

As much as I dislike it, living with Grief has become somewhat 'normal' to me.  I don't remember what it feels like not to miss you.  I don't recall living without emptiness inside me.  I don't remember what 'normal' feels like anymore.  I don't remember what it feels like to be an 'ordinary', 'regular' mid-aged woman.  I am forever changed. 

The death of your spouse permanently alters a person, and I am no exception.  Yet, somehow, I am starting to become okay with the changes in me.  Even still, I am not proficient living my changed life.  Most of the time I feel like I am participating in a makeshift existence that was not thoroughly planned out.  I did not rehearse for this; and, honestly, it shows. 



Art: Loui Jover


Death is a part of life.  We die because we live.  


The concept is simple.  It is understood by everyone.  But, the mechanics behind surviving without someone you love are tedious and complicated.  It is relatively simple to comprehend the facts.  They. are. dead.  But, to accept this is not easy.  To live this reality - this -  brings you to your knees. 

It is overwhelming and utterly disorientating to remain alive when the person you love is dead.  Most of us do not prepare ourselves for outliving the ones we love.  Honestly, I know there is no way to "prepare" for death; but, looking back I wish I had put more forethought into it.  Until death intimately affected me, I never seriously entertained the idea of living without him.  So, when he died I was blindsided.  I was lost with no sense of direction. 



Everything felt surreal.  It still does...




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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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