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Cultivating Strength, Joy, Calm & Resilience

Category Archives: loss


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Catching dreams

Looking into the web of life,

relationships and experiences overlapping.

Sorting.

Parting.

Finding

gaps and angles

through which to feel,

through which to see,

through which to move.

The veil of consciousness pulls back,

revealing that this filter isn’t to keep the negative, dark or painful elements out,

but to feel the self as

forever capable of  

great joy,

ease,

and love,

regardless of all else.

Catching the truth.

Removing doubt

that this life

is here for any other

reason than to notice

and remember 

what is

beautiful.


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Multiple Truths

My capacity is larger than my hurt.

The tear rolls down my cheek, 

just a fraction of the bigger me.

Full and brimming and yet still quite small.

I feel both at the same time,

my tear

and my breath,

my breath

and my heart,

my heart

and my strength.

I can hold grief and gratitude.

Love and disappointment.

Compassion and boundaries.

Sadness and peace.


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Fractionated

Feeling small in the shadows.

Isolated.

Distilled down.

The whole broken

Apart.

Sifting and settling,

Until in the dark,

In the stillness,

In the pain,

A soft voice whispers,

You are something more.

The pieces begin to reform.


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Reimagining

So awkward are these first steps of 

holding on 

and letting go, 

remembering 

and reimagining,

allowing love with all of its bitter suffering 

and sweet consolation, 

reconciling the aliveness 

with the empty space. 

The heart broken open 

to feel more deeply

and love more ferociously.

The painful ebb and flow of longing,

overflowing with fullness,

aching from absence.

Bravely moving 

with and against 

the rhythms of this inescapable dance,

gently wisping and twirling

the scattered parts of the heart

back together,

slowly,

softly

coming

home.


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And so, we grieve

Take time to rest.

Time to feel.

And time to heal.

In this moment there is nothing more important than

the next breath.

Feel me sitting right there next to you,

in the center of your softly beating heart,

exchanging a wink and a smile, surrounded by light,

knowing that we have loved

and are loved so dearly.


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Courage

Let it all flow…

Hot and messy

like a volcano.

Root down and rise up,

Stop your feet,

Get low to the ground.

Burst with great force,

triumphantly,

unapologetically,

into the sky

Release the big

and scary

and frustrating.

Shake like a wet dog when you feel stuck or over burdened.

Curl inward and rest until you remember your power.

You are magnificent.

You

are

magnificent.


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The Tunnel

The air turns cool.

Sound becomes distorted.

Sight goes offline.

Simultaneous smallness and vastness set in.

Swaddled simplicity meets rattled uncertainty.

The compass loses its point of focus,

directionality irrelevant.

Bending and moving through unfamiliar spaces,

offering lessons in courage,

the darkness is only temporary.


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Struck

The current flows through me like a lightening bolt.

Jaggedly it rips at my center.

The burning wake of hollowness almost crumbles me to the ground.

As the charge hits the earth,

it dissipates,

diffuses,

extinguished in a flash.

Breath and smoldering flesh hang on.

Roots cling to the soil,

unhinged by the destruction.

The sky still dark,

the air now still,

droplets descend from the clouds as a small peace offering and attempt to soothe.

Shhhh….

calls out the rain.

You will prevail.

Forever changed, yes.

Wearing the beautiful mark

of challenge overcome,

and your willingness to be a conduit

for the powerful energy of

change.


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Full court press

Curled up in a tiny ball,

breath pressing against muscles and bones heavy with the weight of not knowing.

The voice trying to find its footing,

wanting so desperately to be guided to its answers by the outside,

knowing it must dig deep and mine its own direction authentically from within.

In between each sigh,

a tear drops to the floor,

the only sign of motion

in this otherwise still

and down thrown body.

The simultaneous fullness

and emptiness

pulling at its core.

To be all

and

nothing.

Not afraid

to be afraid.


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Standing At The Gate

Loss and grief are proof that you have loved.

Love is the gateway to joy,

joy to peace.

You have loved and

known the essence of being loved.

Let the suffering move through you.

Rip yourself open with this grief.

Purify yourself with tears.

Beat your fists on the ground.

Pound your aching heart.

Take and give every punch with gratitude.

Shatter the barrier to feeling it all.

In the shallows of this darkness that accompany the pain,

Let every pain pour out.

Drop for a moment into the stillness,

this vast emptiness your refuge.

And, just as suddenly as the suffering began, a small space,

cleansed by your tears,

and broken open through your courage,

will begin to fill with sweetness, softness, kindness.

A slow, gradual unfolding will take place

as joy reveals itself

shyly,

purely,

authentically,

and more richly

than ever before,

because you have loved

and are willing to love and be loved again.