More Thoughts
by Misty Fields
Grief is a well that we must drink from slowly. One sip at a time.
Let your grief be your guide as to how much and how often to take from this well.
We shouldn't dive in or we might drown. We shouldn't ignore or the water will become stagnant.
Be gentle as you stir the waters. Sip slowly, my friends.
Let the water nurture your body - let it comfort your heart and mind. Let the water be a reflection of your love.
For there is enough love to fill this well.
For all who grieve đź’™
I walk a place between life and death.
I see the drops - suspended breath.
The veil lifts from here and now
Opening beyond time or space.
I hear the sigh
and the rising tears.
As an end begins an unbound journey
To a higher place.
Where Love prevails.
đź“·: Love in the sky. Misty Fields
Dear Grief,
The day you barged through my front door, you didn’t even knock. You just burst in, aiming at my heart until my whole body ached.
You followed me for hours, days, weeks, until I lost track of time. You gave me no rest. In my room, in my kitchen, in the yard. Day and night, you were there. I found no relief from your knowing presence.
After struggling with you, trying to wrestle from your grip, hoping you’d take your leave - I’ve come to realize that you’re here to stay.
You’ve changed me, Grief. You caused me to go deep to find meaning. You pointed the way on my journey and waited patiently. Knowingly.
Now I see you, seated quietly in a chair in the corner of my room. Occasionally I glimpse you as you pass through the kitchen or down the hall. I catch my breath and then release. I remind myself, that’s Grief.
Grief, you’ll never be my friend yet I’ve learned to accept that you are my knowing companion. Now I know that you don’t remain because you’re heartless. I’ve found that in spite of my desire to push you back out my front door - to wish you’d never come to my home - I’m learning to lean into you to help guide my way.
My way to the love that remains always in my heart. My way to the memories that warm me all over. My way to a time when I didn’t know you, just... for a few sweet breaths. With those breaths, I reconnect with the good of being alive. I remind myself of the good that I’ve shared with those I will always love. The good of sitting in the sunlight again. I connect with the good all around me. The love within and without me.
Grief, I’ve learned that you are the price of having loved. That you are the gateway back to that love.
So I accept you in my life. Because my love is forever and I won’t give it up for anything. Not even to be free of you.
It took whatever time was needed. And now - now I know who you are.
You are the placeholder of all the love I have for what I’ve lost. So stay in the silence, dear Grief. There I know - as you always knew.
In the wonderful space of this beautiful thing called life - I embrace the knowing.
For all who grieve đź’™
Flight. In Memory. đź“·: Misty Fields
I sat with a mother who had no words for the loss of her son. She just wanted someone to sit with her awhile. After some time passed, I asked, “Tell me about your son.”
Love lit her grief worn face and a smile flit across her cheek as she described a beautiful baby, a silly playful boy, a sensitive young man ready to change the world.
As she found her words, they flowed seamlessly, filling us both ~ with sorrow and with joy. Her words continued to rain over us as we sat in hushed silence.
As in a sacred space of love and light.
In the quiet, I knew ~ nothing can erect boundaries around love. For I felt it. It enveloped me like a sacred sigh. In that silence, reverberating with every beat of her mother’s heart, I knew… there is nothing more powerful.
I knew from a deep place within that Love lives on.
For all who grieve đź’™
Mojave sunset. đź“·: Misty Fields
I saw someone care today. And it made all the difference.
I saw something kind today. And it made all the difference.
I saw someone accept someone else today. And it made all the difference.
I saw love today. And it made all the difference.
I was caring today. I was kind today. I accepted someone today. I loved today.
Did it matter? It made all the difference.
đź“·: David Becker Photography
I’ve been through the dark
with someone who took hold of my hand and said,
“We’ll get through this together.”
And together we left the dark behind.
Sunflower. đź“· Misty Fields
I know what I am.
And I know what I am not.
I am not what you placed on me.
I am not what you tried to label me.
I am not what you said about me.
I am not what you have done to me. No.
I am not.
I am not your victim. I not only survived you -
I thrive because… of you.
And I am my own.
I am the warrior - you shaped -
not knowing how strong I would become.
What I would become because of
everything you tried, or said, or did.
You didn't know that I would rise
and you could no longer hold me down.
I have risen above. You.
I am so much more than you will ever know.
I am beyond your reach.
I am my own.
I know what I am… Not.
And I know what I am…
I forgive you -
and I’m free.
I set you free.
I am my own.
Geese in flight. đź“·: Misty Fields
There is something gentle as summer gives way to fall. I love watching the shifting angles of sunlight and how nature yields in response. Accepting the coming change.
Birds fly south, animals grow their winter coat, leaves fall from trees. All without resistance.
Hope you find time to reflect on the quiet beauty of change.