You might see this headline and want to shun from reading the content. It’s understandable because grief is something we shun and want to run from it.
What I have found is grief is where I’m supposed to go when I’m feeling out of sorts, there’s something that is beckoning me to grieve my “out of sorts.” Grief happens in myriad ways: loss of people, beliefs, material items, time, focus, phone calls, meetings, expectations, opportunities, ways of being. All these arenas are grieve-able, and they beckon you to come to them.
Grief isn’t an arena that is talked about, though. In the tamed and trained world, we are meant to circumvent it so that we can move forward. Pain of any kind is meant to be faced and acknowledged so that it can be integrated, not segregated, moving forward. In the tamed world, we segregate on a regular basis. This is normal pattern of behavior.
If we don’t grieve, we build up all the grieve-able arenas and we keep going with all this build up. Our bodies are designed to let off the pressure, much like Old Faithful in Yellowstone National Park. Taking time and focus to grieve and let off the pressure by crying, stomping and yelling aids our bodies to continue as an integrated human being.
Imagine if Old Faithful didn’t let off its steam, continually?
I don’t wish you peace, I wish you grief. Grieving aids your body, peace does not. Old Faithful doesn’t look for peace. You are made of the Earth, made to be human.