I find that my work... meaning my inner work...is like a spiral, with resonances. You don't just "get over" stuff...what you do is come back around to a different layer.
I often dream about my father, who died in 1993. And sometimes, about my brother, who died in 1980. Interestingly, my father is often as I remember him when I was a child, but my brother is generally the age he would be if he were alive, not the age he was then.
My Mom would have been 83 yesterday. She too has been weighing heavy in my thoughts, and of course since it's been just a little over a year since she crossed the grieving manifests itself in so many interesting ways.
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And have been struggling the last couple of days. Last night I said "I'm tired of being cracked!" vis a vis Leonard Cohen's "Anthem":
"There are cracks in everything. That's where the light comes in."
yeah well, that doesn't mean it is pleasant. Grrr....
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I often dream about my father, who died in 1993. And sometimes, about my brother, who died in 1980. Interestingly, my father is often as I remember him when I was a child, but my brother is generally the age he would be if he were alive, not the age he was then.
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Hugs for you if you want them.
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