Dawn Loves Buttercups

Yesterday whilst talking with my dear friend, I was reminded how although Helen Kubler Ross described the stages of grief so eloquently (and this is generally accepted by bereavement support counsellors all over the world) there is and never will be a timeline for those stages. Loss, especially when met within a loving partnership heightens our awareness of how short and at times so very fragile our existence on this earth plane is. It matters not how open we are to receive our spiritual growth, when loss happens whether because of a tragic accident, a terminal illness or sudden death, we are no more prepared to accept it than any one else who has not trained in any of the healing modalities used today.

This beloved friend, who only recently lost his beautiful wife and soul mate has a generous enough soul to help me through my own personal issues, giving me time that maybe would normally have been spent dealing with those oh so well known stages of grief.

Has my appearance been a distraction from facing those moments spent in sadness? Is it interfearing with that process, or is it that our acknowledgment of each other’s sadness was something planned by the Universe to help each other and in turn pass on that learning to others. Grief on loss or bereavement never goes. I speak of loss here as another form of bereavement, for example in separation from a friend or member of the family who moves far away, or a divorce. Those types of loss are sometimes even harder to deal with since they are still alive and interactive with others, but in so many ways still lost to the person grieving.

It matters not what we understand about grief, what work we do on ourselves even with the help of others, grief will take its own pace, sometimes hitting us right between the eyes when we least expect it. As I write this I am listening to Ralph Vaughan Williams “Lark Ascending” and realise that is what we eventually do with grief, ascend with it, with all its sadness, love and beauty until we are able to let it fly free, knowing we will never forget, never stop loving, and knowing we will meet again in the next amazing journey our wonderful souls take time and again. Man invented time. In our spiritual journey, there is no time as we understand it in linear terms and so we may revisit grief in all its forms, many many times. With each visit, may we learn more, empathise more, and eventually accept, not just for ourselves but for others too. Namaste.