Grieving or Breathing?
Attended a workshop yesterday. Commenced with ten minutes of silence. That’s familiar. Comfortable.
“Close your eyes. Feel relaxed. Pay attention to something you might be grieving. It’s okay to think about that. Your grieving. Doesn’t go away if you pretend”
OMG. . .In So Many Ways? Really? Close my eyes and grieve? Hmmmm. Not in the plan.
Okay. Do as your told. Close my eyes. Grieve. There is something. I can grieve. Such a strange set of directions. Be calm. Grieve. Don’t seem to go together.
OMG. . .In So Many Ways . . .Why? Focus on grieving. Wanted to see if God would show up. In the silence. Maybe have a conversation. Yes. A God moment. NOT GRIEVING!
Grieve. . .Breathe. They rhyme. Is that what she said? Pay attention to your breathing. NOT pay attention to your grieving.
I know I heard grieving. “Excuse me. What were the directions? Did you say grieving or breathing?”
“Breathing.”
OMG. . . In So Many Ways. I heard what I needed to hear. I needed permission to grieve.
I still am not sure she said breathing. I mean I know what I heard. What I was supposed to hear.
OMG. . . In So Many Ways. Wait a minute. Maybe God did show up.
Loved taking time to breathe and relax.
What a formidable word "grieving" is.....it brings to mind intense emotions. At times I think we spend a lot of our lives grieving some type of loss....loss of relationships, of family, of friends, money, health, etc., etc.
But in that grieving there is God and there is hope, and joy, and happiness.