OH how can there be so much love in one photo...these two are central beats in the rhythm of my heart. Wind has been my forever-love for nearly twenty years and her beloved daughter, Karuna, is kindred to my soul. I had to post their photo here with bragging rights. It is bizarre to be loved so thoroughly and completely by a soulsisterfriendwife through years of relationship upheavals, losses and births. She is my constant light who never fades. She continually sees my radiance even in my darkest hours and I am constantly blinded by hers. LOVE. I have big-life-love and I give thanks for it every breathing day.
Grief is defined as a deep or intense sorrow. I have been thinking a lot about grief, about it's wide and sticky reach, about the watery quality of it's absorption and the agonizing effort of swimming to shore. Intense sorrow happens. It is a part of life. Yet we press against it. We try to eradicate it. How? We encapsulate our grief in a story, thus effectively removing us from the immediacy of the pain. The mind promises salvation and begins to tell a story, over and over and over. We listen to the inner ramblings, the constant diatribe, the neurotic attempt to avoid the experience. When someone is hurting we listen to their story, we talk about it, we recount our own story, but we certainly don't jump in the waters of sadness, instead we sit on the bank of our familiar longing. Once, when I was floundering in deep grief, my youngest brother knelt next to me and held me for over an hour. He didn't speak. He didn't commiserate. He just jumped in the
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you are simply the greatest love I have ever known. I feel so honored and incredibly humbled right now. And exuberant!!!! I AM BLESSED!