Today was my first experience of Mother’s Day since my estrangement from my birth family. It was a bit sad; with memories of past celebrations and grief over people lost to me. It absolutely was not what I expected: I didn’t think about it until after brunch. And being an eternal observer and therapist, I explored the “why” of that experience. The sadness is obvious to me: I wish I could have had a different relationship with my family and I grieve my young nephew, in particular.
I almost felt guilty for not thinking about it until after brunch. Almost. I have been more free, centered and productive in the last few months, and I greatly value that. I was deeply loved and pampered by those who mean most to me and I actually relaxed. How can I feel guilty about things that are good for me? I’ve done for years, but not today. Maybe I grew when I finally let people love me in my pain. [ Thank you Brent, HG & Parliament of Owls 🦉 ]
Holding the dialectic of grief and love is part of our human experience. Observe your spaces of loss and delight. Where do you feel it in your body? Think about who is there to share both your laughter and your sadness. These are important observations in balancing this particular dilemma. Did you know that several research studies show that a *huge* part of longevity and wellbeing is feeling loved and connected to a community? It certainly helped me heal the last few months.
Our kiddo is 12 now, so everything is changing again. Brent and I couldn’t be more excited to share it with those who love and enjoy him. I hope that you have a community that loves and supports you. f you’re looking for one, or to grow your self in an atmosphere of acceptance, try out breathe healing arts online or in person. Being together is one of our key values. It means more to me than ever. 💜 Tabatha