GRIEF WILL FOREVER HAVE ITS PLACE AT THE TABLE, BUT OVER TIME, GRIEF MAY RSVP LESS AND LESS.
However, I know, I always have a seat available for it at my table, should it choose to come by, and knock me off my chair, like a blindsided Mac truck, and drag me into a dark room for a day or a week, crumbling into nothingness. And yes, I have now learned to allow it. To have mercy on thyself, when grief shows up unannounced, and decides to take over. And, as one grief comes to pass and reprieve me over time, another arrives to remind me how delicate and precious love is. Amidst everything, I consider myself blessed to have witnessed it.
In allowing the grief to be present, I honor the very love that created it. I am swallowed in the emotion of grief, in that darkness, I know, my soul is wrapped in the blanket of the love I cherish. I know my loved ones, for whom I grieve, are loving me right back. Holding me as tight as I did hold them in my arms, in my heart, in my womb, and in my thoughts.Read more
Love is eternal, as we all are. Until the day comes, when I am reunited with my son Elijah, my dance partner, my mother, my absent father, my music harmony grandmother, my blessed guide grandfather, and so many others who are dear to my soul, I plant seeds of that very love in The Loving Garden. In doing so, I am constantly reminded of the love that lives on through me, and them. In honor of them, and for all others, who feel the same kind of love that has been absent all the while across my childhood, and through my growing years.