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The gratitude of seeing the miraculous, a glimmer of light, in the darkness that has paralyzed mind and soul…..

Holding my breath before it turns away

A silent fervent prayer that the healing continues for the heart and spirit

and that the medication continues to work.

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Loving yourself, or someone else, with depression breaks your heart.  Keep going.  Sending you prayers for healing, strength, and glimmers of light in the darkness.

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divine things more beautiful than words_walt whitman

 

I have been thinking about the idea of tentative healing since I saw it as the daily post word prompt.  Each prayer we utter, for another’s benefit, is a tentative sending of sympathetic resonance that the recipient doesn’t know about, yet we make a tiny step to create waves of hope.  People say “Give me a blessing” or “Send me a prayer.” I am not worthy of such a gift, but if my frail deeds and conscious action can make a change in the Universe to send aid, who am I to say no to such a desperate request?

Therapeutic touch is a tentative bond between patient and healer, to insert warmth and balance into the energetic space of places out of alignment.

How can I let my adult children know that I love them without inserting myself too deeply into their own daily routines?   I am so proud for them of their achievements; They have outgrown needing or wanting my pride, but I am so happy for each of the respective life changes and achievements.  The careful speech – not too pushy, not too needy, not too opinionated – is some awkward dance of toeing the line. One misstep, and I will have to begin again, to tentatively build respect and connection.

Each sound, so carefully scrutinized, is a tentative syllable hoping to send tearful and heartfelt messages within the silent spaces between words.

A whispered prayer, for those whom we know, or those whose devastation is witnessed from thousands of miles away, is our small scared effort to help another for whom the Grace of G-d is all that separates us in pain and fear.  We are human; our empathy is how we know the doubts, the shame, the stigma, and the judgment being experienced.  I send my humbled attempt at tentative healing to those who need it and think that no one can hear their own tentative prayer for help.

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If my sensitivity and struggles help me to be more gentle and compassionate with another, there will have been strength from the pain.

 

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“Believe me, every heart has its secret sorrows, which the world knows not, and oftentimes we call a man cold, when he is only sad.”

– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Hyperion

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Grief is not a competition.  Sadness has no limit.  Physical or mental pain is not on a scale in comparison to any other individual.

Again and again, I am reminded that people who have not experienced what we have, feel that they are entitled to tell you how long, how much, or how valid your feelings are.  Can you tell me why I don’t like eggplant?  Can you tell me why I don’t like the color brown?  Of course not; we are individuals with a lifetime of experience and determination of our needs, likes, dislikes and depth of emotion and intuition.

Some people are very vocal about every ache and pain.  Others hide it in shame or fear.

You are entitled to your pain and grieving.  No matter how much time has passed, if you are still mourning, no one has the right to tell you to “get over it.”  Some heartaches never go away.

If you are in pain today, I hope you are sent healing.  If you are mourning, I hope that you find some comfort, or at least a hand to hold while you cry.  If you are feeling so alone in your sadness or grief, please know that anyone else who has actually experienced a great loss will never try to silence yours, but will understand that some wounds never heal.  

You are still putting one foot in front of another.  You are a survivor.

 

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In memory of Mom.

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