You can literally feel it when your heart has been plucked and pulled at, it’s like those vertical harp strings… pluck, pluck, pluck.
Once plucked it can’t be unplucked. Nope, that damn string just keeps on reverberating until it’s good and ready to stop.
Oh sure, put your finger on the string and stop it. Good. Great. Except it isn’t. That string needed to play its course. Stop it when it isn’t finished and you learn nothing. In fact, you just delay the inevitable.
That’s the funny thing isn’t it. You can delay grief, just stop it in its tracks and think it’s over. That’s it, I’m good. Fine, just fine. Doing great…
Except it doesn’t work that way does it? No, it sure doesn’t.
Maybe weeks, maybe months, heck even years. Shoot, some wait until they are on their deathbeds to process their grief. Don’t be that guy.
There is beauty and healing on the other side of pain and loss. I’m not saying it will be easy, no, not saying that at all.
I will let you in on a little secret though and no, it’s not that tired “time heals all wounds” crap either.
As plain as I can say it, it’s gratitude. However you need to get there, get there. You know what too; even if it’s “thank God I’m not them”, that is still gratitude. No one said it had to be pretty.
Get real.
Don’t waste this opportunity to learn more about who you really are without any fluff.
Get dirty.
Get outside. Put your hands and feet in some dirt. You used to like that you know!
Look, no one is looking for perfect and if they are… Well, catcha later!
Take the time for you. Whatever you need, make it happen. Tell that pluckety plucker to go ahead and pluck off! Today might be hard, tomorrow too but I promise you, brighter days are coming.
Channeled message from Carl Rumsford. He said in life he was a determined, ruthless man. In spirit he said he is a soul traveller on a mission to bring lost souls to the light. I asked Carl if there was anything else he wanted to share… ‘How ’bout Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers twenty times before I go! (He laughed.)