Grief ripples out, like the drops of water in the lake. No matter where we are, what we are doing, or who we are with, we are constantly reminded of the person we loved and lost. Those ripples seem to go on infinitely, but eventually, we may notice the good memories outweigh the heaviness of the hurt. Compassion comes when we realize our drops are a part of a huge body of pain shared by all humanity. Earthquake speaks of a shake-up, something that gets our attention. What gets your attention when your heart is heavy? What helps you to see beyond the hurt?
Grief is a sign that we loved something more than ourselves. . . . Grief makes us worthy to suffer with the rest of the world. ~Joan Chittister
I once knew a woman who grieved the loss of a coat she felt her sister had stolen 40 years earlier. In the intervening years she'd lost her parents, husband, and a child. And the coat was what she talked about.
ReplyDeleteThat makes me wonder if she was focused on the one thing she thought she might get back.
DeleteCrepuscular Rays, Beams and Streaks of Sunlight through the clouds.
ReplyDeleteSad as to what others and myself can hold on to. Grudges, wastes of our precious time.
I'm always pulled away from my mental story line by those beams of light that cut through the clouds too.
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