I heard that in French you don’t say “I miss you,” you say “ tu me manques,“ which is closer to “I am missing from you”. And that I think is the best way to describe how it feels when a loved one leaves, however they go, there is an empty space where they once lived in us.
The heart acknowledges this, acknowledges their place in our lives, acknowledges the love that still lives for them and that is a beautiful, poignant gift.
The sensation of the loss of their presence may be very painful and wrenching because it is an expression of how deeply our soul loves. We are not shallow beings, our waters run deep.
So, when it comes, let it come, this aching pain of grief, let it wash over you, let it sink deeply into your bones, let the current of its enormity wash out into the ocean of you and the oceans beyond you.
Grace this gift back into the rocks, the soil, the earth upon which you stand.
Let the river of love, dressed in salty tears, flow where it must.
You have loved. What an enormous experience. What a courageous, outrageous beauty!
This love will always live in you, and perhaps, if you allow it to be just what it is without attaching a story to it, just seeing it and feeling it and acknowledging the sheer wonder of a love that has lived, even in grief, it may transform the pain into something that shimmers with colours of radiant light, a caterpillar into an iridescent butterfly, or something that tastes sweet and bright and beautiful.
And most revelatory of all,
if you are open enough to realise with real eyes, you will see that you are a potent, powerful being holding the capacity of a love so deep and reverent that it is capable of transforming unsurpassable mountains into lakeshores.
Your heart doesn’t break to close, it breaks to open.
It’s all so damn beautiful!
In one heart,
Gwen B
Sakura Blossoms by Gwen B
