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
Mirabai
for adornment
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.