Sunshine through Raindrops: Grief and Growth, An Unfinished Reflection
Rea L. Ginsberg, LCSW-C, ACSW, BCD
Sunshine through raindrops
There is always a way.
No one said it would be easy.
Grief work is transformative.
It is not a gentle gift.
It is hard, it is bitter, and it hurts.
It is powerful, cold, and frightening.
It is lonely and outrageous.
It is monster memories untamed, out of control.
It is long and longing, disruptive and disorienting.
It is ceaseless tears, vanished laughter,
Nightmares and daymares
Contending with disbelief;
Stifling the cry: Live - Don't Die;
Illusions that healing is hopeless and hope is dead.
Allow it. Hold tight others who listen and care;
They usher us back from sorrow’s stark forces.
We can rise as the wild river rises in the spring,
Returning to the tender realm of warmer living.
“In wildness is the preservation of the world.” *
From the fury and the storms come release and mending.
Discovering our life's meaning lies along this path.
Death defines life. Accept the invitation to grow.
Don’t stop there; it’s a lifetime affair; courage counts.
It is worth the effort, like sunshine through raindrops,
An unfinished reflection.
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*Henry David Thoreau: "The West of which I speak is but another name for the Wild, and what I have been preparing to say is, that in Wildness is the preservation of the World. Every tree sends its fibers forth in search of the Wild. The cities import it at any price. Men plow and sail for it. From the forest and wilderness come the tonics and barks which brace mankind. . . ." [Emphasis added]
“You will come to a place where the streets are not marked. Some windows are lighted, but mostly they're darked. But mostly they're darked. A place you could sprain both your elbow and chin! Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in? How much can you lose? How much can you win?” ― Theodor S. Geisel