Mourning

Grief is as frightening as it is necessary.

I've been told and I believe that everyone becomes the greatest expert in their own grieving process. Because you only really know by living it, by going through all the stages. And I can't say with certainty what it is for everyone, for others.

But I can share, from someone who has seen and lived through many important bereavements. There is a lot of change. There's change in who we are, in what we feel as a haven, in our horizons, in our vision. Our internal home. Part of us is torn apart, disappearing, transformed.

The external senses don't know what to expect. The inner senses are looking for direction.

There are closures, there is space that doesn't want to expand. So that later it can perhaps open up in a new way, to a new world.

Faith seems to save. Faith in the future, in options, in a support network, in earthly and non-earthly things. What makes sense to each person. What you can bear in the absence of what you used to bear.

And as with all transformations, there is rebirth. Of people, of goals, of intentions, of community. There are opportunities in the midst of pain. There is suffering and there is hope. There is a path. And when it seems there isn't one, let's remember that there are hands holding ours and showing us where to go.

Breathe and trust.

Feel it, let it be, respect it and move on when it's time.

We are many, we are one.