This time of year brings both blessings and loss into focus within our hearts and minds. Indeed, sometimes the losses
are blessings; other times, the shock and pain are unbearable. Even if the loss happened many years ago, sometimes it's as though it just happened. The smells, the sounds, the familiar track of tears on the face bring the experience to the fore, to be experienced anew.
I thought we could have our own personal ASAH thread here to honor life and passings, and/or gently lend our support as those who have recently departed transition. There is no hierarchy when it comes to love and loss: family, friends, partners, those we've admired from afar, soul companions from the animal kingdom, even childhood trees who supported us in our own growth. Perhaps it isn't a direct loss but affects someone you care about. It all matters....all life touches another.
I invite you to share...whatever you'd like, even silently.
If you are grieving, I hope you find comfort in this loving space, if only for a few moments. Time truly does heal. Those words are no comfort to those in the throes of grief and loss, but for anyone reliving well-worn grief, we know these words to be true, however small a comfort this may be.
I send out my love and blessings from this space, radiating to all who are willing to receive it, to all planes of existence.

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Don’t tell me that you understand. Don’t tell me that you know. Don’t tell me that I will survive, How I will surely grow. Don’t come at me with answers That can only come from me. Don’t tell me how my grief will pass, That I will soon be free. Accept me in my ups and downs. I need someone to share. Just hold my hand and let me cry And say, “My friend, I care"
~Author Unknown

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Grief can't be shared. Everyone carries it alone, his
own burden, his own way.
~ Anne Morrow Lindbergh

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The caterpillar dies so the butterfly could be born.
And, yet, the caterpillar lives in the butterfly and
they are but one. So, when I die, it will be that I
have been transformed from the caterpillar of earth to
the butterfly of the universe.
~ John Harricharan

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I give you this one thought to keep -
I am with you still - I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not think of me as gone -
I am with you still -
in each new dawn
~~ Native American Prayer, Author Unknown

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Perhaps, they are not stars in the sky, but rather
openings where our loved ones shine down to let us know
they are happy.
~ Eskimo Prayer

