Wild Comfort

From the Scrying Poetry Tarot, the Five of Cups; from the Tapestry Oracle, Pause:

Even when it seems that all is lost, all is not lost.

~James Ricklef

          When there is loss, the grieving mind and heart grasp and cling to what has gone. It's as if we want to keep that person or thing suspended in time so that we can believe that things have not changed. Our focus is laser-like, pushing everything else away. If we are unable to begin to gradually accept that our loss is part of the natural flow of life, even though heart-wrenching, we can become stuck in an eddy of anguish. We fail to see any beauty, joy, or kindness around us. The Pause card suggests we allow our hearts and mind to rest, allowing them to recalibrate and reset. Rarely does sleep actually help for me in such cases, but Nature is a great therapist. Whether walking or pulling weeds, it reminds me that while there is loss, there is promise of a better day too.

The bottom may drop out of my life, what I trusted may fall away completely, leaving me astonished and shaken. But still, sticky leaves emerge from bud scales that curl off the tree as the sun crosses the sky. Darkness pools and drains away, and the curve of the new moon points to the place the sun will rise again. There is wild comfort in the cycles and the intersecting circles, the rotations and revolutions, the growing and ebbing of this beautiful and strangely trustworthy world. ~ Kathleen Dean Moore