Sometimes it’s just too much.
Sometimes the hurt and harm is too much for one, two or three bodies to hold.
The ground was already broken and now, with this too, well, it’s simply untenable.
Too much for this period or lifetime.
Sometimes the soul says no, or not now, or too late. Goodbye.
Sometimes something says we’ve got to focus over here now…as we accept what’s dead over there now.
Sometimes the entanglement is too complex.
The weight of what’s uncared for in us and them, too heavy.
The vibes are too off.
Then what?
Our work is the thankless work of having our clean say.
And from that place that’s both kind and assertive,
We step away.
Thanks the laps in the bush of your unconscious ambivalence!
With help from our lionhearted part, we say a little about what hurts and what’s not been acknowledged,
Grinning about what went well without losing our bowed-head humility.
Where do we go? What do we do? What about closure?
We go as far away as we need to maintain the love we still have for them.
Closure happens in the postmortem!
Even though our world inevitably shrinks without them in it.
Even though the contraction is quite uncomfortable and painful.
And so we, although quite cliché, we return once more to ourselves and repair within.
And later, with another and others, try again, more wise, more gorgeously imperfect.
And when even the whole broken into parts is too much to collect, we begin smaller… with just the particles.
Breakup turns into anger and sadness turns into that moment when we were little and they dared say and do that to us.
We practice our microcosmic orbits of rekindling and renewal.
Small steps of review and reclamation.
Medium steps of revamp and reconnection.
We keep close the big saying “it’s about the journey, not the destination!”
love and loss go hand in hand