Since my husband made his transition, I have endeavored to move through a sea of sorrows, hoping to find islands of joy on which to rest and rejuvenate during the grieving process.
Along the way, instead of just thinking about it, I chose to put my thoughts on paper. In doing so, I found myself weaving a path to writing about our grand journey over the past decade. I feel as though it assigned to me, and I recognize that I am the only one who can bring our story through and into the world.
I believe we all have special and unique life experiences through which life lessons flow; there is something about the life lessons of our spiritual journey that wants to be written.
Reaching a decisive stage in my life’s purpose, I chose to follow my soul’s longings. At this point, I was not sure what I needed to navigate the deep waters of my spiritual self. I started writing about our journey when the pangs of bereavement began to reveal themselves.
I began journaling about my irrepressible feelings of love for Peter, about our joyful times, and about how unhappy I was without him. My deepest feelings for Peter were the hardest to express verbally because these emotions were so much deeper than at the surface. With tears brimming in my eyes, I would write about the loss of his physicality and the fact that I felt even closer to him after his transition. This simple yet heartrending act of expression and creation made me feel better.
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