“The best thing for being sad”, replied Merlin, beginning to puff and blow, “is to learn something. That’s the only thing that never fails.” (T. H. White)
After fighting sadness all week, I finally sat down with it and asked for its name. When the answer came back “Father’s Day,” it caught me by surprise. My dad passed four years ago. He was ready. We were as ready as we could be. I thought I was through with the wind-moving-through-grass phenomena of grief. Guess not.
And I know I’m not alone in this ongoing process. I’ve read your postings and seen your pictures, Doris and Jill and Bonita and Jeannie. Hugs, all around.
What I have learned through my dad’s and others’ leaving, though, is how easy it is to stay stuck in sad beyond the point where it’s served its valid purpose. So I’ve been walking, “shaking my chakras” as a yoga-loving friend calls it. Soaking in summer and seeing if any special messages are being sent my way. On Friday, I found a turtle–a sweet new-year card from the Universe, given my “stay grounded” experience with Shelly of the Shell. Yesterday, it was a “what did he teach? what did you learn?” theme that surfaced.
Which has me heading out for this morning’s walk with an even deeper sense of gratitude.
For, as Lily would say, the answer to that question is “Soooooooo much.”