More and more, I find myself looking to the wisdom of nature to teach me things that culture has not yet.
It is the rare person who makes it through adulthood without suffering some devastating loss.
I have to remind myself that after the terrible thing happens, and something precious has been irrevocably lost, that life will be good again. In the midst of grief, it feels impossible. But the day arrives when the burden is not so heavy. I look around and see seedlings pushing through the soil or a baby at the grocery store smiles at me.
It does not restore to me what was lost, but it gives me hope for joy and connection in the future. The experience of being hollowed out fills me with kindness for others in suffering. And the connection with others increases the joys and decreases the sufferings.
Thank goodness we have each other. The letting go breaks us and in the loving again, we are healed.