My weekly ritual for looking at the week that was.

There was a lot of sadness this week.
My goodness, there was a lot of sadness this week!

Let’s log.

• The saddest days. I spent 2 solid days indoors, afraid of the wind and rain outside, feeling sad and super sad. A breath for releasing.

• Gratitude for speedy healing. My wounds are healing so well, and I am truly grateful.

• Time with friends. Scones with cream and jam! Christmas decorations and lasagna. Watching “Sister Act”. I am so, so grateful for friends, it’s ridunkulous.

• Trouble getting out of bed, depression style. Serious struggling with getting out of bed. A breath for patience, and bringing awareness to my struggle.

• Grieving the year. Trying to let go of 2014 mindfully, without defaulting into “well, this was a seriously crappy year full of pain and yuck”. Grieving and more sadness.

• Christmas is upon us! And I am single! AND I DON’T LIKE THIS!!! A breath for patience.

Moments of Insight

I started off processing my “stuff” with planning the year ahead, and grieving the year that’s ending.
That’s where I started.
Where I ended, though, is in a place of understanding that “A lover is a lover, and the Universe is the Universe, and they are not the same”.

I’ve been treating the “Universe” (aka: “God”, “Consciousness”, “Source”) as a man and viceversa, expecting a potential lover to act the part of “Universe”.
This is, of course, an un-truth, a misunderstanding of the way things are.

Seriously important moment of insight I might just have to post about (even if it is embarrassing)

Things of Considerable Worth (Un-missables!)

• “there’s a profound depth of understanding that come from being hollowed out with grief”

This line. I keep coming back to it, because it’s so… true. Why yes, being hollowed out with grief is, unfortunately, how we learn and grow.

• “Bring on the dark”

“In centuries past, the hours of darkness were a time when no productive work could be done. Which is to say, at night the human impulse to remake the world in our own image — so that it served us, so that we could almost believe the world and its resources existed for us alone — was suspended. The night was the natural corrective to that most persistent of all illusions: that human progress is the reason for the world.”

Tiny log this week! It’s Christmas week!
Here’s to a wonderful time in the days to come.