I once heard a wail possibly like this - a different mother, a different type of loss and grief. I was in my early years of my psychology doctoral program. One of my supervisions encouraged me and a couple other trainees to attend a court hearing for a juvenile defendant. At the end of the hearing, the judge ruled that this boy would be tried as an adult. Immediately from the left, his mother began to wail. She knew in that instance that he would be lost to her, one way or another. Her family members led her to the hallway and we silently shuffled after. I remember her wails echoing and bouncing around that sterile hallway. I stood with my fellow trainees, each of us looking at each other in wide-eyed horror, as we listened to her sorrow fill the space in front of us while behind us the judge and attorneys placed their lunch order. The spectrum of grief some mothers carry…. it boggles my soul.
Life brings us mystery. Every day. Pure presence and elation, deep disappointment, quiet mercy, crushing sorrow, and jubilant joy. We experience with others or alone. The wave keeps coming and we keep moving, even if we don't want to and when we want to make it stop. Deep belly breathing brings presence and calms our heart and mind, even in the storm. The boat is always there to hold us, reminding us to surrender and let go. As you face such extraordinary moments, hold your heart, count the blessings that you can and know you are doing the greatest work you can for one another. I hold a smile for you for whenever you remember to need one. And in the meantime, thank you for your profound presence and the precision of your words to connect us all together. Namaste
I remember such a wailing coming from across the street in the early morning hours when I was a young mother. It started low and climbed - a sound I will never forget. A mother lost her son who drowned trying to save someone. He was on vacation with his girlfriend, only 20 years old. It is a sound one can never forget and which lives deep in my soul revived by your words expressed so feelingly. Thank you.
I once heard a wail possibly like this - a different mother, a different type of loss and grief. I was in my early years of my psychology doctoral program. One of my supervisions encouraged me and a couple other trainees to attend a court hearing for a juvenile defendant. At the end of the hearing, the judge ruled that this boy would be tried as an adult. Immediately from the left, his mother began to wail. She knew in that instance that he would be lost to her, one way or another. Her family members led her to the hallway and we silently shuffled after. I remember her wails echoing and bouncing around that sterile hallway. I stood with my fellow trainees, each of us looking at each other in wide-eyed horror, as we listened to her sorrow fill the space in front of us while behind us the judge and attorneys placed their lunch order. The spectrum of grief some mothers carry…. it boggles my soul.
Such a complicated moment, I can only imagine what that was like to witness. Thank you for sharing. Such a spectrum of grief indeed.
Life brings us mystery. Every day. Pure presence and elation, deep disappointment, quiet mercy, crushing sorrow, and jubilant joy. We experience with others or alone. The wave keeps coming and we keep moving, even if we don't want to and when we want to make it stop. Deep belly breathing brings presence and calms our heart and mind, even in the storm. The boat is always there to hold us, reminding us to surrender and let go. As you face such extraordinary moments, hold your heart, count the blessings that you can and know you are doing the greatest work you can for one another. I hold a smile for you for whenever you remember to need one. And in the meantime, thank you for your profound presence and the precision of your words to connect us all together. Namaste
Thank you for that smile! And yes, the waves, they come they go. Such a mystery. Appreciate your share.
I remember such a wailing coming from across the street in the early morning hours when I was a young mother. It started low and climbed - a sound I will never forget. A mother lost her son who drowned trying to save someone. He was on vacation with his girlfriend, only 20 years old. It is a sound one can never forget and which lives deep in my soul revived by your words expressed so feelingly. Thank you.
We don’t forget 🙏 Such a powerful story, thank you.
Pain So many tentacles of pain in the space of life
Powerful writing. Thank you.
Thank you 🙏
Oh wow, I can't even imagine.
Incredible writing! I always look forward to your posts. So raw, so real, and often has me shedding a tear or two.
Thank you so much for reading! I appreciate your words.
So profoundly heart-wrenching. The doors 💔
Seriously I still dream about all those doors. Such community, so complex 🙏
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What an unbelievably powerful story. I can only imagine.
Thank you for reading 🙏