The Winter Solstice 2014 I made a Facebook post sharing my love for him...
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It has been almost a year since he ran out of my life. I have been asked many times, ‘Did you ever see him again’?
Sweet Darkness When your eyes are tired the world is tired also. When your vision has gone... No part of the world can find you. Time to go into the dark where the night has eyes to recognize its own. There you can be sure... You are not beyond love. The dark will be your womb tonight. The night will give you a horizon further than you can see. You must learn one thing... The world was made to be free in. Give up all the other worlds except the one to which you belong. Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet confinement of your aloneness to learn... Anything or anyone that does not bring you alive... Is too small for you. David Whyte The House of Belonging ©1996 Many Rivers Press (Posted while on retreat with the remarkable and inspirational David Whyte) Video: Walking alone (all/one) in the Rain Blessed Forest.
Suspension bridge... Receiving and Releasing.
11 years ago was another beautiful Spring day...
 And what then is the greater pain? To not be loved... Or perhaps is it a much greater pain to not have our love received...
 Our deepest wounds often begin in childhood. These places of woundedness create a groove or a place of damage in our psyche and when something similar occurs, the new experience flows easily into the old groove, just like a river through a canyon. Over time, they frame our own personal belief system about life and inform us of what we believe about ourself. As they originate in wounds, these inner beliefs are often distorted and unhealthy. A river flowing takes the path it knows best, continually carving the grooves of the canyon ever deeper.
... I fell in love with a perfectly imperfect human being. The view from my bed this morning, at Harmony Hill Retreat Center A Poem by David Whyte...
(Part one, click here)
The death of a Beloved life partner or any ‘broken Heart’ is trauma attached to love. While I am speaking to my experience after the death of my husband, many relationships end in trauma not associated with death. One partner ‘walking away’ can also create trauma. This trauma can contribute to post traumatic stress, or what I call Love Traumatic Stress.
 For 4 hours I have been stretched out in a comfy recliner with a sleeping (sick) one year old on my chest. The lights are low and classical music is playing. I have been thinking about my life and some of the difficult places I struggle with. I will say doing so in this way... Encourages remarkable insight. Clear perspective. I highly recommend: 'Sleeping sick baby asana' or aka: 'Baby's breath meditation'. It will open your Heart-Wide... And you will hear your own gentle voice of Wisdom! I love this sweet little boy (And he only has a snuffy nose, coughing bug... Not too bad!) |
Leonie
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