Grief: A Mysterious Lumbering Beast: An Article, a Poem, and Thoughts

https://www.nytimes.com/2017/08/23/magazine/the-rothko-chapel.html

Above is an article from The New York Times Magazine written by Jacqui Shine on beginning to grieve the death of her mother. She describes the complexities and process so clearly and speaks about how sitting in the Rothko Chapel helped her.

And here is a poem of mine:

 

THE RIVER OF HEARTBREAK

 

the river of heartbreak

glides slow today

moving me south

 

I lie on my back

stiller than I've ever

been.

Silent

as the rock—

longing

 

we are alone

here

we are alone

and so still

we can feel the

white planes of

our faces–

the hollows

without bones

 

breathing in, out

past the place of

weeping remains,

feeling the river:

the continuing river

the holding river

the caring river—

carrying us south

slowly

to the unfreezing sun

 

St. Francis

knew this

Rumi

knew this

Emily Dickinson

knew this

 

For adornment,

Meerabai

carved sorrow

to wooden

beads 

hanging

from her

nipples.

She danced and sang

                                      the river

 

I     float     home.

 

THOUGHTS

We all have spent time on this river. I have found if we let go, float, feel, and don't hold on,  we move towards healing. Others have also found that grief and joy are part of the same dance. I have experienced this in moments :-). And if the grief is severe or unbearable get help: friends, therapists, counselors, spiritual teachers, books—what ever it takes and however long it takes. I have done so many many times.