Three years after my father’s death, I still grieve. Usually at the weirdest times and usually when something in my current life has made me emotionally vulnerable – from crushed self-esteem or fears of loss. At these times, my heart chakra, inflamed and swollen, attempts to leap past my throat chakra and escape my body. My throat burns whether I let out the pain in jagged sobbing or keep it within.
I have a vision of being able to open up my chest like a coat to expose my heart to the whole world and allow the savage beasts to feast on it. Or maybe my heart will explode with the force of a thousands suns and I will be a part of the universe, but no longer tied to the consciousness of my own personal pain.
Sometimes it feels like being born – literally being pushed through an opening that is tight and too small for my physical body into a totally unfamiliar and potentially hostile world. I pray that there will be comforting hands on the other side. Grief is much like a small death in this way—but it repeats itself ad nauseum.
Then I become tired – tired of being alone, tired of being sad, tired of crying, tired of being numb, tired of being tired. I ask myself if this ever ends — and then, mercifully, I sleep. The next day is always better.
Sometimes you say to the Gods “this SUCKS!” But a few years ago, I read something that was strangely comforting to me and has shaped my pantheistic understanding and my human place in the universe: The purpose of the universe is not the convenience or comfort of human beings.
It’s not all about me. The gods are not out to get me. Sometimes the flow works in my favor. Other times it does not. I am a node in the web of life that makes up everything. I can either shine or be dull. Other nodes may choose to help me. I can help other nodes. This is where I draw my comfort. And this is how I work through my grief.
At our Samhain last weekend, I began to cry even before we stepped into circle. Crying in front of others is always embarrassing for me. But I have been told that my tears allowed others to feel it was okay to cry themselves. Somehow working through my pain has helped others to work through their own.
My heart explodes. The process is painful, but I shine with the light of a thousand suns.
Blessings from a full heart.