Finding my Way into Spring
Spring is the time of birth, flowers blooming, animals birthing and mother nature opening herself up to the warmth of the season. But when you are in grief, it is so hard to feel the joy of this season.
Spring has always been difficult for me. It was on a warm, June morning when I heard the cries of agony from my mother telling me my brother was dead. Then many years later, as I tried to find my way back into the joys of spring, my father died shortly after Easter. Spring triggers mournful memories for me.
Now I understand that entering into the afterlife is a time of joy. I look upon the dates of their deaths as times of birth, a birth into their heavenly home. I use this time to light a candle and sit in a special meditation to reconnect with my brother and father. I know that walking my path on earth must continue longer, but one day it will be my time to cross over, and we will all be together again.
But for now let the seasons be your teachers. Allow yourself to embrace the birth of spring yet find acceptance for the endings of fall. As we watch the cycle of life, we must accepts its impermanence. Stay in the moment and take pleasure in each day, to fully live life, so one day at your time of death your soul can transition into spirit with peace.
-Marianne