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I was reading while lying on my back in bed. I had my computer propped up so that I didn’t have to hold it. My left hand rested gently on my chest while my right hand covered my left with my fingertips gently brushing my wrist as I breathed in and out.  I had been in this position for a while before I thought about it. I was self-soothing without thinking about it. In that moment, I recognized how much I missed being touched.

A memory returned to me of when I was working way too many hours.  I would come home exhausted and collapse on the couch. When I awakened, my husband had covered me with a blanket and sat next to me placing my head gently in his lap and resting his hand on my shoulder. I felt so close to him in that silent moment.  It’s been years since he died, yet I still recall those precious moments of his warm loving touch.

Oh, how I miss a loving embrace or a slow dance in the kitchen when I was fixing diner or holding hands as we went for a walk. I am grateful for the nights when he comes to me in a dream and we touch once again. It’s just not the same, though.  Sometimes I write in my journal and conger intimate times of skin touching skin, but that often just brings tears.

For now, I will relish the precious memories on the love transmuted though physical touch in the past remembering the electric charge that comes invisibly from one heart to another.

 

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Writing Your Grief

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Whenever I watch a movie or read a book, it seems like one of the themes is grief. We all deal with loss at times throughout our lives, so having grief show up in books and movies is logical. Since dealing with and teaching about grief is a major part of my life, it’s also logical that I see it everywhere.

Recently on a long flight I was looking for a movie to watch, and I chose Eleanor the Great. I didn’t know what it was about, and of course it turned out to be about grief.  Eleanor was a 94-year-old woman who was sharing an apartment with another woman who she had known for many years. Both women were widows.  Her roommate was troubled with nightmares and Eleanor had been trying to comfort her. Before her roommate died, she told Eleanor about an experience that because she and her brother were Jewish, they had been sent via train to a death comp. On the trip, her brother jumped off to get away, so she jumped too. After the train was out of site, she started searching for her brother. When she finally found him, he was riddled with 14 bullet holes. In her nightmares, she had been dreaming about finding him over again every night.

Because her roommate died, Eleanor daughter insisted that she come from Florida to live with her in New York.  She was not happy as she didn’t have any friends there, so her daughter signed her up for a singing class at a local Jewish community center. She wasn’t Jewish and didn’t like the class she signed up for, so she wandered into a story telling class where holocaust survivors told their stories. The group leader called on her to tell her story, and since she didn’t have one, she told her roommate’s.

Eleanor started mentoring a student who was observing the writing class and they became friends. The girl was dealing with the recent sudden death of her mother in an accident, so Eleanor was teaching her the importance of writing about grief. Ultimately the truth was discovered that Eleanor told her roommate’s experience instead of her own. All the people involved realized that their stories needed to be told and they needed to be true.

As I watched this story unfold, I could understand how avoiding communication concerning grief was hurtful. Most of the misunderstanding wouldn’t have occurred if people didn’t fear expressing their truth and if they took time to listen to the stories of others instead of focusing of hiding their own pain.

I suggest that people write about their grieving experiences. Have you written your grief story? Who are you grieving now? Who do you know who is grieving now? How can you communicate better or listen better? You are likely to discover that the more you write about or speak about your grief, the less often you will feel a need to. Then you will be able to carry your love safely in your heart where is can comfort you the rest of your life.

 

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What Are You Thinking?

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Do you pay attention to your thinking? Letting your thoughts run wild is so easy to do. I just misspelled every word in the last sentence and had to go back to correct them. This caused a change of direction in my thoughts. I was thinking so quickly that my typing fingers couldn’t keep up. Then I looked out the window and started thinking about how all the birds in the yard seemed to be in pairs, so what does a bird do when its partner dies? That thought took me down a rabbit trail of ideas until I realized that it didn’t have anything to do with what I was writing here, so I started thinking again.

Does your brain do this too? The challenge of controlling your thoughts is something we all deal with. Did you know that your thoughts are energy? When you are tired or listless, chances are that your thoughts reflect that. They just float in different directions and don’t help you much. But when you are fully rested and energized you can be at your highest creativity. If you are struggling with your job and think there must be something better you can do, if you just wallow in that thought, you won’t find an answer. However, if you realize that you truly desire a change, you can use that positive energy to discover what your next step is and take that step.

What does this have to do with grief? Often while grieving, our thoughts float in so many directions that we get confused. When that happens, moving forward is difficult. When that happens, try writing about your thoughts. Write at the top of the page what is bothering you most like finances, caring for your children, dating, being able to keep you house clean, getting a job, being lonely, or feeling sad. Then set a timer for 10 minutes to write everything you can think about that one subject. When you finish, read what you wrote and notice what stands out to you the most.

After you read what you wrote, choose which of the things you wrote about is your biggest issue. Now write again, this time about the issue on the list that troubles you the most. Now write a list of what you can do or where you can find help with this issue. Then do something positive and constructive about this issue. This writing technique works. The process of writing about things helps bring organization to your issues which allows you to then address your issues methodically.

When you just think about all the issues that are bothering you, this leads to confusion and difficulty in acting on any of these issues. When you use a formulaic writing technique like this, you can hold on to your ideas and use them to help you move forward. I also highly recommend daily journal writing to help you retain your ideas which can so easily slip away from you while you are grieving.

Get out your pen and write! Start today!

 

 

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Endings and Beginnings

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“Grief is not the end of a story, Sometimes, it is the beginning of another.” Barry Hoffner

 

I had two husbands, Jacques and Ron. Coincidentally, they both had congestive heart failure which led to kidney failure which led to dialysis which led to their deaths. I spent their last two years with each of them at home or at their hospital bedsides. Besides these commonalities, they were as different as they could be. And I didn’t know that either of them would end up with the health conditions they had to deal with.

Jacques was such a positive person. His hearty laugh brightened every day. No matter how much he was dealing with, he always found something that amused him. His joy was contagious and we went through his health challenges together. Ron was also positive but in a different way. He started each morning early outside listening to the birds and he meditated and prayed. Joining him on the lanai, the serenity was palpable and, we had such deep conversations that always ended with mutual smiles.

As time went on, more and more health challenges presented. Both were tolerant and did not complain. Those challenges inspired me to savor each moment with them and do what I could to make whatever happened to them the best it could be. These were the times that I would consider my future, and both times it felt blank.  I couldn’t imagine living on my own.

When Jacques died, my childhood friend Yvone stayed with me for a few months. She had helped me care for Jacques, and when he was gone, she helped me find a new home to start a new life. Then she moved away and I discovered what it was really like to be alone. I was lost. What I missed most was his laugh and kindness. I listened to music we loved and listened to together, and I read lots of books. I finally realized I didn’t have to be alone, so I started volunteering to help others. I also accepted invitations, something I didn’t realize I had been avoiding. I noticed I had created a new beginning, and I started to move forward.

After Jaques died, I had decided I wouldn’t date and I definitely would never marry again. The thought of having another husband die was terrifying and I couldn’t allow myself the possibility. Then I met Ron. He was so different from anyone I had known, and I found myself falling deeply in love, but it was different this time. I found myself feeling like even though Jaques died, I didn’t feel unmarried no matter what wedding vows said. Ron was patient for four years, and then we finally got married.

Not long after we were wed, Ron started having health problems.  We dealt with all that happened together. When the end neared, we didn’t talk about it much and I knew he was ready to stop dealing with all the pain. As much as I knew it was coming, I still felt like I was in a state of shock when he transitioned. He had always encouraged me to live my best life, and while that sounded good, it wasn’t easy.

I journaled constantly until I discovered how much writing was helping me. When I started helping others to write about their grief, I knew I had found my life’s purpose.

I have traveled through ending and beginnings multiple times each in its own context. I am happy now and know that whatever comes my way in life, I can handle it with love and compassion every step along the way.

 

“Maybe the best things in life don’t arrive by plan, but by grace, when we are open enough to receive them.” Barry Hoffner.

 

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Flexability

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I have been living through the 100-year storm in Hawaii in March of 2026. I am grateful that I live up-country where a great drainage system is built-in, so we aren’t experiencing the landslides and flooding prevalent on much of the island. Many trees have blown down or have lost branches. As I watch out my window, I am amazed by how far strong branches will bend until some of them snap and blow away.

I have been thinking about how a storm like this can be nature’s way of grieving.  I observe trees as they bend and sway in their artful dances. They remind me of early grief when our hearts and minds bounce around, straining as far as they as they possibly could. We experience chaos in our bodies wondering if we can take another breath. At some time, the wind dies down. Slowly. As we catch our breath, we start to see the mess left behind.

As we pick through the rubble, we toss the sharply broken pieces into the trash and search for what we want to save. Parts of our grief are weakened by being stretched so far. As we remember the warm hugs and gentle touch of our loved one, we crave them longing for the comfort of their presence. Discarding what is broken is so hard to do.

Not all is broken though. Parts of ourselves feel stretched to their limits, yet they can heal. As the storm wanes, it’s time to be gentle with ourselves. Practice loving self-care. Take naps when you need to, and notice as the sun starts to shine through the clouds. Recognize all the shades of green as your start to see them on your walk.

The world has weathered major storms throughout history, and the world is still here. Maui will get through this one. Roads will be repaired. Housing will be replaced. Nature will heal. The money will come from someplace even if we don’t know where right now. And you will move forward, too. Know that, and take good care of yourself in the process.

Serve With Abandon

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I am enthralled with Lynne Twist’s book, Living a Committed Life.  I first became acquainted with her work when I read The Soul of Money years ago. This book permanently changed my attitude toward money. I loved that book so much that I facilitated book group discussions about it and gave away so many copies of it that I lost count. The book profoundly changed my life, and I can’t say that happens often.

When I heard about Living a Committed Life, of course I purchased it right away. The book is deeply inspiring. I am in the middle of facilitating a 4-week discussion group about the book now, and our conversations are exciting! We’ve had many “I can do that!” moments already. This book is perfect for people who are grieving to read.

After my last husband died, I felt lost. I didn’t know what to do with my life and spent time feeling sorry for myself. This is a common experience in grief, and I knew I didn’t want to stay living with that feeling. In working to solve that dilemma, I started helping others deal with grief which takes on many forms from hosting a popular podcast, to facilitating writing groups, to writing books, and more. I am seriously committed to my grief work.

Lynne Twist’s commitment is to do all she can to help others commit to actively work to change the world in healthy ways that serve us all. The commitment I make to my purpose is on a much smaller scale, yet I do aim to serve as many people in the world as I can. A great way to help you move forward in dealing with your grief is to find a cause that you can commit to spend time focusing on.

This year there is much to be done dealing with the upcoming elections. Who or what cause would you like to spend time supporting to facilitating the changes our country needs at this time?  There are other giant issues like homelessness, bullying, poor nutrition, teen pregnancies, drunk driving, medical research, or illiteracy. This is just the start of a list that could fill a whole book!  The point is to find your passion and follow it.

What is your passion? What do you care most about in your life, your community, your world? Explore your ideas. Pick one and start there. You might try several before you find one to commit to. When you fill your time with things you love to do and you are passionate about, you will hurt less and smile more. Doesn’t that sound like a great place to be?

Let me know what you come up with. I’d love to hear!

 

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