It’s Saturday night and the wind is howling up here on the hill where we live. It’s finally starting to feel seasonably cold even though I understand we’re in for sixty-degree weather on Christmas day.
I sit here staring out my bedroom window at the bare trees swaying in a cold wind that foretells winter. Rather than fret about the upcoming snow and ice and down-to-bone bitterness, I’m surprised by how peaceful I feel with the changing season.
I know life requires us to be present to everything – the success and sadness, the peace and pain. Learning to be with all of our feelings is fertilizer for growth and healing. It’s just not that easy.
In February of this year I gave my husband Michael a special Valentine’s Day gift. I arranged a private salsa lesson with Piotrek, the owner of a local dance studio. Piotrek is a spiritual teacher disguised as a salsa instructor.
It was 10:30 when the oppressive summer heat finally gave way to cool night air that kept the mosquitoes at bay. I plopped down on a zero gravity chair in the middle of our deck, pushed back on the arms, and came face-to-face with a stunning, cloudless sky.
These days I feel like I’m getting a Masters degree in dealing with grief and loss, and I hope I’m not depressing you. It’s just that right now I can’t pretend that everything’s okay. Because it’s not.