Brave

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The Things We Say.

It's common for someone who has experienced a sudden or traumatic loss to be told they are so strong and I've been thinking about why those of us who are in mourning bristle at that remark. Clearly, it's meant as a reflection of love, yet it feels irritating.

What's the alternative to being strong when you have lost your beloved child/spouse/parent/pet? We are all doing the best we can with what we've been given. I think being told I'm strong makes it feel like being the opposite (weak, faltering, uncertain, devastated) is not okay. Or is it that what people see is the griever's capacity to go deep and honor their torn & tattered heart? I feel like a more affirming and accurate reflection is to say-- "You are so human... loss is a human experience and allowing yourself to taste all of it is what being on this earth is all about. I admire that."

I have been touched by the sharing by those of you that felt uneasy about doing so... I appreciate the awkward effort to reach out, to be authentic, to translate what you feel into words. Thank you for that. It takes courage to step through our fears to touch another's pain. It takes courage to sit with someone and allow them to hurt. It takes courage to be deeply in the relation ship that carries us across turbulent waters in search of a safe harbor.

MY FLAVOR OF BRAVE

Picking up a brush,

it’s familiar weight in my hand,

and daring to

translate your absence

with liquid color and line,

this

requires

me

to slip on an

undergarment of courage.

Stilling the busy

in my mind,

listening

to the deep silent stirrings,

the ones that must be

coaxed out of hiding,

and honoring

the call

to be with the

night mother,

this is the palette

of brave

that tones my skin

and burnishes my soul.

It is looking at a loss

right between the eyes

without blinking,

and holding that uncomfortable

gaze

until the space between us

dissolves

and we are one,

never again the same.

To be brave is to be a human

willingly to traverse the

birth canal

over

and

over

with each loss,

each time reborn

as someone

freshly awakened

to this precious moment.

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