Tears Soothe, Love Heals, The Soul Thrives Once Again
Bad things happen. We lose a loved one to a disease, suicide, an accident, or a murder. We get a divorce, and question if we have ever really been loved. We lose our job and our identify in one fell swoop. We loose a dream that meant everything to us. While none of these things define who we really are, it also does not define who we will become. It can still knock us down.
Bad things happen turning the world upside down, bringing us to our knees. We doubt that we will ever recover, that we will ever be truly happy again. That our laughter will ever escape in unbridled joy again.
Bad things make us feel that we will never be healed of the pain. That it will follow us around coloring the world a bleak gray. Bad things can do all of these things. It might not seem like we have any choices left to us, but it isn’t true. A bad thing happened that took someone or something from us that we loved, but It doesn’t have to take your life too.
If you don’t let it out, the grief becomes a scream trapped inside your soul, a constant cry in the dark, a sob you can never release. So scream, shout, cry, the way the sky does with thunder and lightning and rain . . . for it knows it is being cleansed, it knows that it’s storm is the only way to release the pain.
– Nikita Gill
I remember how people would come over to say goodbye when my mom was ill, and then again after my nephews murder. They didn’t really know what to say. Sometimes they meant well with cures and remedies, or advice such as “just snap out of it”. “
A thousand times we die in one life. We crumble, break and tear apart until the layers of illusion are burned away and all that is left, is the truth of who and what we really are.
– Teal Scott
Sometimes even with good intentions, what they say breaks off another piece of your spirit, as though it wasn’t already damaged enough. You may be damaged, but your will is fighting back. You are not broken.
Grief has a way of making everything that was once black and white seem like a million shades of grey. And grief upon grief upon grief, has a way of making you question if colors exist at all.
Healing begins with a choice. It will take as long as it takes. This is one thing that we should not rush through. It has been eight years since my nephew was murdered, and my sister still has bad days. We have the support of others who have suffered a similar loss. They understand what we are going through. Let these loved ones comfort you, knowing that it brings up for them additional healing from their old losses. Isn’t it funny how helping someone else to heal, can in turn help us to heal?
Listen to your own voice, you own soul, too many people listen to the noise of the world, instead of themselves.
– Leon Brown
During difficult times, turn to those who will breathe belief back into your soul. The belief that this too shall pass, and the gray world we are living in, will gradually shift back into living color. The belief that one by one we can pick up the shattered pieces of who we thought we were, and put our identity back together again.
Grief is a matter of the heart and soul. Grieve your loss, allow it in, and spend time with it. Suffering is the optional part. Love never dies, and spirit knows no loss. Keep in mind that a broken heart, is an open heart.
– Louse Hay
Spend time with those special “brothers or sisters” who will help you gather up the pieces of you that were thrown to the ground. Who will just sit with you, with a glass of wine in blessed silence and companionship. Who know how to let the silence between you, lap in and out like the waves caress the shoreline. Sharing memories, pain and laughter will be evoked. It all blends into releasing some of the darkness that is so difficult to deal with alone.
This is what a real teacher does: she opens the gates of our minds to the possibilities of the soul.
– Vironika Tugaleva
Don’t question your right to have a bright future, to live a life of happiness. Just know that the light will shine in your life again. Happiness, laughter, and hope will enter back into your heart and soul. It will not hurt forever. New possibilities are just waiting for your space to open up, to let the winds of change blow away the dust and cobwebs.
Once you realize that the road is the goal, that you are always on the road, not to reach a goal, but to enjoy its beauty and its wisdom, life ceases to be a task, and becomes natural and simple, in itself an ecstasy . . .
– Sri Nisaragadatta Maharaj
This is all a part of life’s journey. New people enter our lives, others leave our lives. And the journey continues ever onward.
May your eye go to the sun, to the wind your soul…, you are all the colors in one at full brightness.
– From All The Bright Places