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Hi Nasha! Greetings from France, where you so graciously gave our "Endometrial Cancer Support Zoom Group" almost three hours of your time to share your wisdom with us so many years ago. We still talk about it. And now, with everything you've been thru, to read this post just blows me away! The wisdom that you shared with us in this one writing is deep and significant. THANK YOU for your vulnerability!!! May God bless you for ALL you do to reach and encourage those of us who will listen! You've removitated me today! Merci! Cy in France
“The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.” I’m sure you know the Kahlil Gibran poem. This one reminded me of that, and of my mum too. The way trauma makes some of us determined to live and others determined to die, it’s very close to home. What a searing year you are having. Thank you for writing about it with such wisdom. Take care. 🤗
I'm so sorry........There are some journeys we simply can't take for the people we love, no matter how much we wish we could. You have, however, helped and saved SO MANY who have been willing to listen. sending love to you.
Thank you for allowing us to bear witness to your journeying, despite the rawness and sensitivity of the topic. The mother wounds are about as deep as you can get so surrendering to them on their timeline and not yours, is courageous and speaks to your own journey of becoming.
When I look at your terrain mental & emotional health questions, they all seem to be assessing the same principle from different angles - how do we as individuals move through love - loss and grief?
Score high and you probably aren't moving through that cycle, with likely negative consequences later.
Score low and you probably are moving through it, with the consequence being we get to live the full, raw, ALIVE embodied experience of a human in all its glory.
Is that not why we are here? If it is, you're certainly doing it girl!
You are truly going through the refining fire. Funny thing about that; that is how you get the purest of gold. All the impurities are burnt away. Amazing how painful that process can be.
This one hit home for me in so many ways. Sometimes I feel like I’m being eaten by the “stuff monster”. It, too, runs deep in my family from both sides and am dreading the day when “It’s mine to deal with”. I can see the grief in it. The holding on to remember, to feel significance, to shun that “broke” I grew up in. From a deep feeling of lack, we cling to much. But in the end, it’s just stuff.
Thank you for braving the spotlight in your darkness-lifting. It’s showing the way forward for others.
Daaaaaammmmn girl. I'm so proud of you for this article. You are opening up so beautifully here, it is so nice to see. I love the honesty, so thank you. And it is hard to watch our loved ones do things we wish they would not, and so important to maintain our boundaries and love them anyway. Kudos to you. What is your mom's love language? Maybe that's a way to hold her for the next little while. Love and hugs, Sara
Thank you for sharing your heart with us. I am learning so much from you! As I look back to the relationship with my own mother and her health crisis and later death, I can see a clearer picture of our relationship and how we both missed so many opportunities to be real with our feelings and hurts and disappointments. I will be reading this again and spending time reflecting and thinking and forgiving both my mom and myself. Blessings to you Nasha.
Hi Nasha! Greetings from France, where you so graciously gave our "Endometrial Cancer Support Zoom Group" almost three hours of your time to share your wisdom with us so many years ago. We still talk about it. And now, with everything you've been thru, to read this post just blows me away! The wisdom that you shared with us in this one writing is deep and significant. THANK YOU for your vulnerability!!! May God bless you for ALL you do to reach and encourage those of us who will listen! You've removitated me today! Merci! Cy in France
Cy!!!! What a gift that was being with you and your group! Thank you for your kind words!!! Glad they landed!
“The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.” I’m sure you know the Kahlil Gibran poem. This one reminded me of that, and of my mum too. The way trauma makes some of us determined to live and others determined to die, it’s very close to home. What a searing year you are having. Thank you for writing about it with such wisdom. Take care. 🤗
Thank you for reminder of this poem--been YEARS since I've read and wow--does it land...
On Joy and Sorrow--Kahlil Gibran 1883 – 1931
"Then a woman said, Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow.
And he answered:
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
Some of you say, “Joy is greater than sorrow,” and others say, “Nay, sorrow is the greater.”
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.
Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall."
It’s such a beautiful thing to go back to for all of life's ups and downs. 🥰
I'm so sorry........There are some journeys we simply can't take for the people we love, no matter how much we wish we could. You have, however, helped and saved SO MANY who have been willing to listen. sending love to you.
Thank you for allowing us to bear witness to your journeying, despite the rawness and sensitivity of the topic. The mother wounds are about as deep as you can get so surrendering to them on their timeline and not yours, is courageous and speaks to your own journey of becoming.
When I look at your terrain mental & emotional health questions, they all seem to be assessing the same principle from different angles - how do we as individuals move through love - loss and grief?
Score high and you probably aren't moving through that cycle, with likely negative consequences later.
Score low and you probably are moving through it, with the consequence being we get to live the full, raw, ALIVE embodied experience of a human in all its glory.
Is that not why we are here? If it is, you're certainly doing it girl!
Thank you..... Deep bow of gratitude for you.
Beautiful article <3
You are truly going through the refining fire. Funny thing about that; that is how you get the purest of gold. All the impurities are burnt away. Amazing how painful that process can be.
This one hit home for me in so many ways. Sometimes I feel like I’m being eaten by the “stuff monster”. It, too, runs deep in my family from both sides and am dreading the day when “It’s mine to deal with”. I can see the grief in it. The holding on to remember, to feel significance, to shun that “broke” I grew up in. From a deep feeling of lack, we cling to much. But in the end, it’s just stuff.
Thank you for braving the spotlight in your darkness-lifting. It’s showing the way forward for others.
Daaaaaammmmn girl. I'm so proud of you for this article. You are opening up so beautifully here, it is so nice to see. I love the honesty, so thank you. And it is hard to watch our loved ones do things we wish they would not, and so important to maintain our boundaries and love them anyway. Kudos to you. What is your mom's love language? Maybe that's a way to hold her for the next little while. Love and hugs, Sara
Thank you for sharing your heart with us. I am learning so much from you! As I look back to the relationship with my own mother and her health crisis and later death, I can see a clearer picture of our relationship and how we both missed so many opportunities to be real with our feelings and hurts and disappointments. I will be reading this again and spending time reflecting and thinking and forgiving both my mom and myself. Blessings to you Nasha.