Like the prodigal son, grief sends us to unknown places. We may splurge on time alone or be insistent to be with others continuously. We may splurge on items we never owned before or be insistent on keeping every item from the past. We may splurge on thoughts of the past and be insistent on keeping things the way they were to hold onto the footing and balance we again insist , was perfect.
I am returning home. After almost 7 years of widowhood, moving 3 times and challenging myself to meet new opportunities and others, I have moved again to Atlanta. No, Atlanta is not a place I ever laid my head, but it is one that resonates for me at this point in time. In this move, I am not anxious to find all the stores and facilities right away. I am not anxious to be in traffic finding my way around the new town and fresh opportunities.
This time, I am listening to the birds in the morning, watching the sunset at night and slipping into bed early. I have returned “home” to a sweet rhythm and received love unconditionally again. It is that I have accepted myself as I am: a single, maturing woman with flaws and gifts.
This time, I am listening to the birds in the morning, watching the sunset at night and slipping into bed early. I have returned “home” to a sweet rhythm and received love unconditionally again. It is that I have accepted myself as I am: a single, maturing woman with flaws and gifts.
Death, loss and change of environment can send us spinning. Like the child game” Pin the Tail on the Donkey”, there are guides to call us back home during grief. Though your eyes may be covered your footing back home is on the horizon. Accepting what is today can broaden your path to your “new” redesigned home with its door wide open.
Giving thanks for what was and now giving thanks for what is, is a solid footing for growth through grief. I think will sprinkle some recycled glass along my new sidewalk and light a candle for you on your journey.
Blessings. Susan
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