It has been such a long time since I have really written anything… I have been thinking about that lately, and feeling that it might be time to dive in to my heart that feels so broken, shattered from the loss of my father, and the shifts of life that have rippled from that loss. A friend sent me a book shortly after my father died… “How to Heal A Grieving Heart” by Doreen Virtue and James Van Praagh. It was given to her and signed by JamesVan Praagh, yet she felt called to put it into my hands. If you don’t know this book, each page has a separate thought, so you can just open the book to any page and find some bit of inspiration to help you through your grief. I think one of the first things I read from it was about how one great loss will trigger other unhealed losses. I had been experiencing that and reading that passage validated what I was going through. And so I have been wading through all the other losses that I thought I had put into place, accepted, understood, integrated, healed… only to discover of course that that was the furthest thing from the truth, my truth. Why when I wanted to focus on grieving the death of my father did I have to think about other things, relationships, parts of myself that brought up so much emotion. But there it all was. And I really had no choice but to somehow find my path through it all. My heart ached. I was depleted emotionally, physically, and spiritually. And ten months later, I can’t believe that my father has been gone (in the physical sense) for ten months, I am still very much immersed in the process and feelings of that grieving. Tears flow daily and I basque in the salt of my personal sea.
I think that our hearts are continually being broken – but broken open so that we may have the opportunity to really see who we are and who is really there for us in our lives. I have talked to many friends that have experienced the loss of a loved one, and everyone shares this – that the dynamics in their relationships change. Perhaps the person who died was the glue of the family… perhaps in the process of the death family members did not see things exactly the same way… or perhaps because we are all unique, we handle our grief as we handle our life in different ways. The point is, things change. Everything changes. And the change is continual. And so I take comfort in the fact that the sadness or pain or anger or disconnectedness I feel will change too. I think loss is the great wave that washes over us and like the ocean washing the shore, exposes every rock, every shell, every granule of sand, every piece of us. It forces us to be in the light, and yet there is the darkness too, when the water blankets us and allows us to stay in our depths, in whatever feelings we choose to be in at that time. I prefer the light. I relish the sunlight that shines on the beach, on me, warming my heart so that feelings of acceptance and love emanate from my soul, from my very core essence. But I also recognize the importance of the darkness and the time spent in that place. There is a quote about how it is darkness that gives us the opportunity to see the light. I think I see the light now – I think I see the path, to healing and love and acceptance and understanding of it all. And that is all we can really ask of ourselves – to find our way in a manner that allows us to be in the light of love and happiness, if even just for a moment each day.
The world is moving so fast… I am feeling so fragmented. Is anyone else feeling that way? With all the astrological and planetary phenomenons, I am really feeling all the ups and downs… the heavy and the light, the swells and recessions of the waves of energy, love, life.
There is much I feel when I am with the sea. There is a timelessness, an eternity, that covers my soul as the tides cover the shoreline. I am often lost in thought – wondering about things that were, or are, or might be… I can sense my heart and soul with every gentle breeze or rushing wind… I can smell the salted air and taste the ocean on my lips. I feel it all and know the infinite possibilities, the endless questions, the answers all love. All that I imagine and dream are within my grasp, within me.
We begin our very physical existence in water. It is in the womb that we are surrounded by the gentle, soothing fluid that allows our consciousness to develop, our human-ness to form.
There is something so beautiful, natural, and serene about being one with the nature of life itself. There is an inherent truth to an integral return to that from which we came, that from which we developed and discovered ourselves, that from which our consciousness is at home and one with. It is the very nature of our mermaid soul…
Returning to our natural states is as necessary as the air we must breathe to live, as the sustenance we require to exist as a complete and conscious body. It is there that we can awaken to our greatest power and potential.
Life crashes us with its thunderous surf. It lulls us with its tides. It pushes us with its currents. We only need to look at the waters to understand the vulnerability and strength within us. We only need to dive deeply into where we came from to recover the treasures that are within our hearts and souls.
Breathe and anchor yourself in the rush of each present wave… surrender to the flow… allow the sea to carry you, just as it did at your very beginning.
All of us are so intricately designed and woven… our synapses, the energy that ignites our thoughts, so distinctive. Our emotional heart bodies, vulnerable and broken open. Our varied physicalness embodies infinite forms. Our paths, each of us following our personal unique code, are expansive and only limited by our own belief in who we are and who we can be. We are the rushing of the tides. We are as vast in our complexity and possibilities as the ocean itself.
Swimming through the currents of life can be quite difficult at times. The turbulent waters can be challenging, the rough and choppy rushing of the waves can undermine the strongest of foundations, testing our resolve, our confidence, and our very outlook. Not one of us is immune to the tangled ropes, the discomfort of walking rocky shores, the sting of seaweed wrapped around our mermaid forms, or even the bite from a fellow soul of the sea. Yet despite the thrashing waters, we must remain steadfast in our journey. We must learn the lessons we are to learn, find the calm within our personal storm, and without a glance back, swim on.