I love you too
@ladee , xoxox :hug::inlove:
Always searching, one of the things I love and respect about you, beeing a 'seeker'.
This is funny
@ladee- I never thought of myself this way (I changed my name to Search for about 3 days and then all I noticed was people with similar names- and really it was so 'not me' (in a better frame of mind- thought it was something that couldn't be 'googled')- I asked and Admin was so very kind enough to change it back instead of 'waiting a year' (then) - I said I've come to the conclusion I do better as a noun than a verb. ?? )
It's not how many understanding people you have in your life, cheering you on, it's the people who DO understand.
I do believe this
@ladee ^^, I suppose I never sought out 'volumes' but rather genuineness/ sincerity. That's enough for me, I try to be kind to all, but I trust few. I'm good with that.
I've been so very, very lucky. Were I to die today, I've had a lovely Christmas (already). :):notworthy: But the fact I hope I don't- is progress in itself! Because I've been given some peace.
Amongst many amazing things that happened yesterday, which I just can't afford the time this minute to write now, I think I might understand something.
I always thought 'hope' was a 'gift'- somewhere I read that- so obviously though something one has to accept, and nurture, (and cherish/ care for, too- obviously there's responsibility to not destroy it, yourself) I thought it was just not something I was capable of, maybe, nor 'healing'. Not to be 'my' gift (- we all get different gifts).
I believe though, (JMVeryHO), one cannot 'un-grieve'- it's simply not (my) solution. I believe what works for me is a little different.. I need a plan of action, but, something else, too. For example, this woman I knew (from before), she followed me to the same original place, and was speaking on and on (her nature), talking about her H's death. I knew she likely needed to, though I couldn't get a word in edgewise and she kind of 'tunes out'- but was glad she did, as obviously it was on her mind, but she spoke of a friend of mine too, and I don't like getting in to things when people aren't 'there', but it was flattering. But she said he helped her H when he was very ill, said "Let's not talk about dying, but of healing". And I suppose 'that' was what I was meant to hear- that even dying we are healing- obviously for or when anything that comes next/ after, but- also in terms of peace(fulness), reconcilliation, living in the present.
But as many strange ( and wonderful, too-) happenings continued throughout the day (a (horrible) Anniversary of sorts), I learned something else, too, and maybe it's the missing link of 'processing' : When we lose a dog- we may get a new one (even if we don't think we ever will want to). If we lose a child (God forbid), people often try and sometimes succeed- to have another, or adopt. And the list goes on. Etc, etc , etc. Form the smallest to the largest. And it's not just acceptance. The void never fills in the place the void is- that is, it's not replacement(s), either, but more like the new growth in other places; like losing a limb but the others may become stronger, applied differntly. Not simply a matter of living, maybe learning to live in new ways. And I'm not sure one can get around it. But actually, the growth is good, the branches are new, and so is the plant.
I remember my dad saying to my mom (she told me later) when I was 11 and the dog died- the dog who I had since birth that was through me with
everything (you'll understand the emphasis
@ladee), and also with whom no matter what, I was never 'alone' or afraid, 'we gotta get that kid another dog'. But my dad had been through terrible, terrible losses and trauma since a child himself. And no- I didn't want one, of course- but fell in love after one night when he was 'bought' and came to our home (not my idea).
So I don't explain it well, but yes- a plan of action or 'attack' to deal with symptoms; to process; to grieve; to make sense of; - but also to over-write. Which seems to have (quite miraculously) happened again, at least the 3rd (successful) time. The miraculous part was some was my efforts, some other's efforts, but some within no one's conrol even possible, words are heard; things I saw; things I found; words I overheard; 'help' and happenings. And for that I am very amazed, and very very grateful. And really shocked (right down to my toes! :):notworthy: ). Wow. And for 'me'. I hope that makes sense, I am not very great with words or explaining.
I wish us all- every one- such peace, relief, and joy, and to see what can change. There can be beauty in the ruins.
Hugs and love and thanks to you and for you
@ladee :hug::hug::hug: ? :inlove: xoxox.