I know life requires us to be present to everything – the success and sadness, the peace and pain. Learning to be with all of our feelings is fertilizer for growth and healing. It’s just not that easy.
In February of this year I gave my husband Michael a special Valentine’s Day gift. I arranged a private salsa lesson with Piotrek, the owner of a local dance studio. Piotrek is a spiritual teacher disguised as a salsa instructor.
It was 10:30 when the oppressive summer heat finally gave way to cool night air that kept the mosquitoes at bay. I plopped down on a zero gravity chair in the middle of our deck, pushed back on the arms, and came face-to-face with a stunning, cloudless sky.
These days I feel like I’m getting a Masters degree in dealing with grief and loss, and I hope I’m not depressing you. It’s just that right now I can’t pretend that everything’s okay. Because it’s not.
I’m sitting here in my office, bathed in the cool light of winter. The winds are howling outside, lifting the powdery snow high in the air. Now and then I swear I see a dancing, white fairy, but she quickly disappears with the next strong gust.
It’s late January and our Christmas tree is still standing proud. This year, because of a delayed family party, the tree stayed up after the holidays and this week I’ve decided to keep it up indefinitely.