Learning To Say Goodbye
I have been using
this meditative Holistic breathing technique
the past few weeks.
Its purpose is to help you release
old memories and feelings
that aren't supporting your highest good.
I've noticed changes
during the meditation and afterward.
Suddenly having the urge
to tell some childhood stories
to my loving wife
about stuff she never knew.
As I meditated on that notion tonight,
the realization came that I had chosen
to block chunks of memory
from childhood and adulthood.
I believe some of the blocks
were from unresolved grief.
Many memories surrounding
the burying of my son.
A common thread has run through my life.
It started with the very first loss, my dog.
I never got to say goodbye
at the end while she was still alive.
Then over the years
my dad, my son, my mom, and my first wife,
all the significant losses in my life
all without an opportunity to say a final goodbye.
The introduction for this meditation
prepares you
to feel the release of old issues,
then to open more
Spiritually, creatively, etc.
As you listen and participate
time after time,
it builds on these points.
Near the end
of the sixth listen tonight
I felt a closeness
and started to write by writing:
"Learning to say goodbye."
Then I mentally asked
if my first wife was there
she said I am
and we shared loving a phrase
we had always used.
I asked if my son was there
and he said yes, told me he loved me.
We shared a tender loving moment
on the eve of my birthday.
I went on to write this,
for the three of us.
Learning to say goodbye,
without saying goodbye.
Learning to live life
as the goodbye.
So it will be
so very well known
when it is time
for the real goodbye.
Expressing love,
being love,
so you don't even
have to use
the word, Love.
For it is known
without even being said.
Learning to say goodbye.
Without saying goodbye.
Is that my mission
this incarnation
to explore my emotional reaction
to these seemingly silent losses?
To understand we are Spiritual beings
having a human experience.
Each birth
another great adventure unleashed
and each human death
a joyous reunion
of going back home
from whence we came
yet again.
If it is, this meditation
is moving me
in the right direction
of that, I am so very sure.
There are gifts hidden in this meditation.
There are gifts hidden
in things you thought you had dealt with
but hadn't.
There were gifts given
and received in his visit.
Thank you son,
for the birthday present
last night.
Goodbye Philip
I love you, I always will.
All My Love Always, Keith
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