Processing world events through coffee and tears this morning. Two high profile suicides have brought a myriad of emotions to surface in the faces around me and in the mirror. It is a human frailty that I have touched upon before and in fact have written a novel about, suicide has touched my life before this week, as I imagine it has touched many of you. It causes me deep sadness, on many levels, as often it was a solo act done in despair wrapped in an imagined eternal darkness. I do not know to what place one goes prior to this act, I can only believe it is a place beyond understanding, it is the desire to release oneself of all consuming pain. Those who have survived attempts often say “I just wanted to get away from the pain…”
BUT Suicide spreads the pain, we all feel it, it reminds us of our own fragile moments, when the dark night of the soul enveloped us and tried to convince us there was nothing more. It spreads the sadness that we somehow failed each other, failed to recognize the need of another. If nothing else we are here, together, on the wondrous Earth, in all its beauty and chaos. We are here together for a reason; no man is an island.
There is never too much kindness or compassion in this world, and a simple act of either can change a person’s perspective of their darkness. A smile, an acknowledgement of acceptance, a hug, can build a bridge between despair and hope. We are together for a reason. If nothing else, to help each other in our journey back to the Light. The Darkness is never total, The Darkness never wins, even after Suicide there is only Healing, and the return of Hope and Love in the Light.
My Great Aunt passed away this week. At first, I had a sense of sadness, but it quickly turned into an intense joy. She was a good friend to my mother and as a young child I spent a lot of time listening to their chatter over coffee. She was the best hugger ever, the kind where you feel the LOVE rushing through your body. My Aunt was one of those people who almost always had a smile if not on her lips in her eyes, I think it was there to mask the unfathomable pain of losing two of her four children. Jannie died at 6 from cancer. It was at a time when little was known about this type of cancer, now it is curable. My cousin is most probably the reason I became a hospice nurse, as a little child I wandered her house looking for that magic portal that transported her away. My Aunt adopted a native American girl sometime later, Jen. She was exotic in my young eyes, copper skin, jet black hair and deep brown eyes. She brought joy back into their household, a tall order for sure. Jen passed away a few years ago from drug addiction, it was something she battled with her entire adult life. The sorrow resurfaced. I cannot imagine the pain of losing a child, or children. The human heart is both resilient but tender, it breaks and reforms, but this, this is a lot to ask of one heart. So, when I heard my Aunt had passed I knew she was having the most long-awaited reunion with her girls. I knew in my heart she was greeted by them, that the reunion was a healing of all that had been lost and now was found, her girls safe in her arms in the land of Divine Love.
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I periodically go for energy healings with a wonderfully gifted woman, Anysia Marcel Kiel (http://www.anysiakiel.com/). I believe if I keep my energy healthy that my mind and body will follow. During these “tune-ups” as I have come to call them -Spirit sometimes visits with advice.
Before becoming a hospice nurse, I became the mother to three boys. Being a Mom is a blessing and being a Mom of three boys is a special blessing onto itself. When they were younger I thought the challenges were huge, as they blossomed into adulthood it became evident that the challenges would continue as my role changed into one of friend as well as mentor, guide, and matriarch. It has been a bumpy transition, but one always fueled by love.
My Spiritual visitors had some advice- from the two Mothers-first and foremost I must love and care for myself before I can love and care for others. It seems simple enough, but often when you are a mother you put everyone else needs before your own, giving the best to the ones you love. Cold meals, quick showers and sleep deprived nights are often a theme in the younger years. So I ponder what I can do for myself to recharge and continue the balance of responsibility of my life. Early morning coffee, listening to the day open up and writing are a start….
Then the two boys of friends who passed came forward with more advice-one said-“have the hard conversations, the ones that need to be spoken between adult moms/sons.” The other spoke of addiction and how every day is a struggle, he wanted me to know. He also had a message for his Mom- he wanted her to know he loves her and misses her as much as she misses him, and he hears her talking to him…. the bond of love is never broken between mother and child, it sometimes just changes form.
Motherhood has given my life purpose. My children have been my anchors in life. I feel the blessings the Divine has gifted me and remember that I am also a child of God who needs mothering and selflove to enable me to give.
As we celebrate Mother’s Day let us be the kind of mother and friend to ourselves we are to others.
I often awaken early to listen to the arrival of the coming day. The birds’ song opens the day with hope and melody, infinite possibilities of what could come, hope for joy, hope for peace, a hope for love on a melody of repetitive notes high in the trees. Today the song is peppered with the cawing of the Crow. This morning I remember a Great Sadness, this time last year a dear friend lost her son, as always too soon back into the heavens. As we left the hospital that day- she and I were the only two souls on the street corner, a crow stood noiseless up on a lamp post watching us. I knew it was a sign, “it is commonly accepted from many ancient cultures that The Crow is The Harbinger that guides souls from The Realm of The Living to The Afterlife.” I knew her son was safe.
Fast forwarded a year later, the Crow has returned appearing twice this week. A few days ago, he flew right in front of me as I entered my patients home for the last time. She was in her last hours, peacefully transitioning, I said my goodbye as I gently kissed her on the forehead. And then again yesterday another patient had slipped from this world to the next in one still breathe, the crow greeted me upon my arrival to confirm his passing-again landing on the roof and silently watching me.
Some would say I am seeing things that aren’t there, but I believe that life is rich with symbolism and signs from the Spirit World. It brings me comfort and strength to know that at moments of our greatest challenges as human beings that Spirit finds a way to show us comfort in that we are never alone, we are all connected, and our Souls are eternal moving from this world to the next.
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It’s 5am on Friday, the beginning of the end of a very long week. Several of my patients are standing on the edge of this world, making ready for their transition into the next. It is bittersweet at best, I find tears in the early morning light that are for me, for my heart is tender in ways I do not share with my families, this is their journey I am only a guide.
The once beautiful model, her face drawn and etched with the little life she clings to, packed her suitcase two weeks ago and said she was waiting for the train. Physical beauty is revered in our culture, the remnants speak of a stunning young woman, but it is her inner beauty that’s the true jewel.
The Alzheimer’s patient who endured the occupation of her country by the Nazi’s slowly fades. Her tearful daughter asks me “What am I going to do? I have been taking care of her for so long…” We talk about how her life will change, how this chapter of her life is coming to a close. The gift she gave her Mom by caring for her and keeping her home, no regrets.
Then there’s T, a once feisty woman who gave me the stink-eye when I first encountered her only a few short weeks ago. She has cheated death so often her family is trying to wrap their heads around the fact she is truly dying. She is weak, still able to speak but spends a great deal of time staring into a place only she can see. We ask, she cannot verbalize her visions. I kiss her on the forehead and she focuses her gaze on me, it is full of love, my heart breaks open just a little more. I tell her I miss her stink-eye and she cracks the barest of smiles.
The sun in now rising in the eastern sky, the clouds are shades of lavender, a sky of hope. For all I give in my work I receive so much more. My patients and their families feed my soul, they give me purpose and an opportunity to stand on the edge of the world.