The hard-flint beauty of loss is that it serves as a teacher. Loss reminds us what has become “back-burnered” in the daily press of life.
1. Life is short.
2. Life is precious.
3. What matters most is love … who we love, how we love, what we love and when we choose to open ourselves with courage and vulnerability to love.
4. Loss precipitates change.
5. Loss reminds us that we still have time to fine-tune the focus our lives, re-arrange our priorities, revitalize connections and be the love we want to be.
Sometimes, it’s hard to see the gifts of sorrow, but they are present and, equally, patient until we are ready to claim them.
May you be held in peace.
Sometimes, we forget that grief is kind of love.
And we know love. Love, like an unending vine of shiny green leaves, winds and curls itself into the crevices of our lives and tenderly wraps us int its embrace.
We have met love, witnessed love, and, even, challenged love. We have held, hugged, laughed, cried, whispered and howled because of love. Love reverberates from our deepest being, rattles our knees, expands our vision and hums in our ears. Love is the current that turns us upside-down and inside-out. We are never the same after love and, most certainly, we are never the same after grief. Love and grief are energies that transform us into something more, something better.
“Walk fearlessly into the house of mourning. For grief is just love squaring up to its oldest enemy, and after all these mortal human years love is up to the challenge.”