release

Have a good cry ~ Grief is a doorway to your deepest self.

Grief! I know it well!

Accept what is,Let go of what was, andMy father passed away in November of last year from complications related to his dementia. He was 76. I miss him and think about him everyday.

I want to briefly honor my loss as grieving the death of loved ones is unescapable.  We will all experience it at some time and I am no exception. It certainly has reminded me of my mortality.

In this post I’d rather touch on a larger and ever-present source of grief. The grief that comes with illness and/or aging. I have experience with that type of grief as well and I suspect that you do too.

Pause. There is a cardinal building a nest in the tree outside of my window. It wasn’t there two days ago and will disappear from my view when the leaves appear. Makes my heart happy. Pause ends.

With each physical loss, and there have been many, I grieve. I go through a period of anger and frustration and finally settle on acceptance of “what is.”  I make it sound so easy but it is not. Each loss is an invitation to STOP fighting and embrace the truth of my situation. It does not mean giving up. I have never worked harder to keep my body as healthy as it can be and to deal with long-held limiting beliefs that contribute to poor health. It’s true…. aging and chronic illness are not for sissies!

I have no action steps or magic formula to offer. I believe we must each find our own way through the doorway to our deepest self, by allowing and not fighting “what is.” I will share a few pearls though.

RELEASE or let go of thoughts related to how you think you life should be and celebrate what it is. Seek out support from family, friends, counselors, etc., if needed. You are worth it.

RELEASE any foolish ideas or worry about the future, it is unknown. Stay present (and invest in tissues).

You got this.

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Queen Elsa of Arendelle

Let it go, let it go
And I’ll rise like the break of dawn
Let it go, let it go
That perfect girl is gone
Here I stand
In the light of day
Let the storm rage on

The cold never bothered me anyway!

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2015 ~ a year of self-care
the long good-bye

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