Sometimes life feels awful. Grief and loss can seem like holes in our being, drains through which our hopes and dreams fade.
What's the meaning of something when no one is around to remember it with you? Do our memories suffice by themselves.
I really miss my former partner. It is so difficult to not call him. It's become clear that we need more space, though. Even though both of us desire to be friends, the intricacies of such a bond so soon after separation from a long-term relationship... it's really difficult.
A friend of mine just lost her mother to cancer. She said it was pancreatic cancer, that there are not any signs when it arises. Her mom didn't leave a will, and she's taken on the responsibility to sell her house and car. This friend has a husband and two children under 10 years old. Can you imagine the amount of stress and grief she could be feeling at any given moment.
My own mother lost her mother a couple of years ago. They talked everyday. Well, you see -- my grandmother called my mother everyday. Before Waipo passed, my mom liked to tell me that she was in her 60s, and everyday Waipo called to check on her.
We all arrive at grief and loss someday. We feel it in our own ways, process it at our own speeds. As we go on with our days, tinkering here and there with what is important, what is meaningful, may we relish life's moment.
The emotions our cultures may deem negative are the ones that teach us depth. There is not night without day or good without evil. Our minds must accept paradox before stillness. May we breathe gently through grief and loss, deeply finding root in our breath. The still deep is in and around us.
Well hello there.