Just over a week ago, my sister-in-law lost her partner in a terrible car crash as he drove to France from Kent. She was supposed to be with him, but changed her mind at the last second.

I have really struggled to put this event out of my mind. I look at my incredible husband, my three children who I adore, and I know that one day, perhaps soon, perhaps in many, many years – they will be parted from me.

And I have been seeking a way to somehow transform the profound surge of grief that this inevitability of death and separation causes inside me. Transform it into something more magical, more beautiful, more celebratory.

Your words are so tender and you speak of where you live with such tangible pride and passion – but like Lianne with her book, we can remember the things we love in words, honour them, speak of them with sparkling awe, gratitude, respect.

I want to be able to speak of my loved ones in the same way. I want to be able to honour their choosing to be with me and celebrate their leaving – even through the tears, which will surely come. Your journey here has articulated the way I will want to feel…

But now, think of what lies ahead! It’s a new adventure, and to expand always means to leave something a little further away from us than it once was. I have no doubt that your eagles will fly to you whereever you are…

Love Natalie

So sorry that you have to leave your beloved haven.Take teh time you need…grieve and begin the process of saying farewell. Know that something will begin to switch…a yearning for the next place, the next nest, the next home will grow. This new nest will show you new depths that you never knew you had.
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How lovely that you have created a ritual of farewell and loss.

I hope that your new place will hold a beloved place in your heart as well.

Best wishes always.

I hope that my translation program works reasonably.
I feel so much with you and yet I think that your task is fulfilled and where you are now allowed to make a new experience. You have a lot of moves and now it moves you, such beautiful things. It is time to grieve and let go of something new.
I think of you, embrace you and wish you many loving, supportive energy.

Heart sends greetings to you

Solunaa

You asked how we have left places and what I’ve been using is Havi’s metaphor’s as she did in her gratitude picnic for Marissa. She did a beautiful job of redefining loss while feeling all the feelings that came up – transitioning to something else.

Sending you lots of love always.
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I’m sorry for your loss — because it is a loss. I wish I knew of something wiser and more comforting to say, but know I send you love and and strength.
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I’ve left many places over the years. Most were just places. I came. I stayed. I left. The only one from among all of those that still holds my heart is the one I lease imagined would. The thing is: Though I may never return to it, I go back frequently. I lie in its summer grasses for hours, and watch the hawks play tag with the clouds overhead. I smell the symphony of spring and autumn – once gentle, then smokey and pungent – intertwining itself through each breath that fills my body, And I caress the many memories it holds for me . . each day, with a little more patience than the day before.

A new, and equally amazing place is calling to you. If you haven’t heard it yet, you soon will – when you’re ready. And it will be just as perfect as the one you will leave. Strange how that works.

For now, though, just love the space that holds you. And know how much love it’s giving to you in return.

All good things, my friend – g
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