Okay, Grief, it’s back to basics for us.
After detonation, and all has been leveled, we face Ground Zero. We begin with our most fundamental needs.
My working through these messy, miracle-marbled blows to my world may not be over for years, or ever. (probably ever). But for this chapter, I am calling the explosives off. Picking through the rubble to start rebuilding. Having long ago earned my trauma survivor Scout badge, i have a keen sense of closing time, of when enough is enough. And i heed it.
This is the beginning of the end for my Dark.
…and my Bliss said, “Let there be light, and there was light”….But first, there was my Word.
Stepping into the barren valley. I begin with the breath. I begin with water. With rest. With life-affirming foods every cell of me aches for like a newborn to mother’s milk. I begin with moving my body in the soft ways it wants to move, tuning in to the parts that may have been silenced during destruction. [When was the last time i listened to what my knees had to say about all this? What might my shoulders reveal about my losses? Perhaps my hands have questions of their own. And perhaps dancing them out might beckon their answers.]
I strap on my pack, replete with more than enough tools. Whatever i’m missing comes promptly from my communities.
Enough endings. It’s time to begin.
The Blyss Catalyst 