What a profoundly moving reflection you've shared. The depth of your connection with Bullseye and the raw honesty with which you've approached this part of life's journey is truly inspiring. Your ability to find beauty and poetry in moments of sorrow speaks volumes about your strength and the tenderness of your spirit. The "death chamber" you described, where profound love and loss intermingle, seems to be a sacred space that, while painful, brings about a unique clarity and connection to the world around us.
It's a delicate balance to maintain, feeling the weight of such moments without being overwhelmed by them. How do you find the strength to embrace these emotions so fully? Your perspective enriches our understanding of grief, showing it not just as a journey through pain but also a pathway to deeper empathy and connection. Thank you for sharing this touching story.
Thank you so much Reyza for this reflection. I noticed how energised I got by reading your message. Much of my work involves being directly connected with people so writing and not knowing who is reading or even if there is anyone reading is such new territory. So I appreciate so much you touching base. I also appreciate you asking how I "find strength to embrace the emotions so fully".
I suppose I have a bias. The bias is that I want to live this life fully and relate to the world in the fullest way I possibly can and for that I need "emotional muscle" :-). It is not always possible, of course. But that is my motto. When my first goat died (I didn't write about his death but it was a longer journey) I noticed becoming really attuned to him and his movements as life was slowly leaving him. People were just speaking casually in the garden next to where we were, there was laughter and play (kids and adults were there) and my whole body contracted. I remember feeling ...oh, we are entering the "chamber of death" and people that are not seeing the sacredness of this moment have no business being here. It was like I was taken over by a protectiveness of the sacred act of dying. Bu that sensation in my body wasn't an easy sensation to feel. There was sadness, heaviness, pain...but if I just stayed with the sensation and not the thoughts that would follow I could be really present to him. That whole process taught me a lot and I noticed when sadness would be too much and would "take me away from the world" and I would rest in the feeling of that just before I'd "leave the world". Like "training wheels" of emotional attunement. The more I didn't "close myself" to the experience the more the experience revealed itself to me in its layers of richness and beauty...if I close myself too much (to sadness, or anything else) than I feel like a whole part of the world becomes invisible to me and I don;t want that. So, I suppose, I try to live my day-to-day in this space in between feeling the world but not becoming paralised by the pain. Which is like walking a tight rope. ;-)
Your reflections and questions give me an insight into your sensibilities. Very nice to have you here.
Adriana, thank you so much for sharing such a profound part of your journey. It's truly moving to hear how you embrace the full range of emotions to live life to its fullest. Your story about being present during those final moments with your goat really resonated with me. It’s a beautiful reminder of the depth of connection we can achieve when we allow ourselves to fully experience each moment, no matter how challenging it may be. Your approach inspires me to stay open and present in my own life. Keep sharing your insights, they’re a real source of strength and inspiration for us all.
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I'm so sorry to hear about your loss, Adriana. Our furry friends are family members, and it hurts to lose them. Thanks for expressing what you're going through so beautifully.
thank you Amanda. My heart longs for a time in which the whole of us could be taken into work...and everywhere. This ties in well with your exploration on "the future of work". <3
What a profoundly moving reflection you've shared. The depth of your connection with Bullseye and the raw honesty with which you've approached this part of life's journey is truly inspiring. Your ability to find beauty and poetry in moments of sorrow speaks volumes about your strength and the tenderness of your spirit. The "death chamber" you described, where profound love and loss intermingle, seems to be a sacred space that, while painful, brings about a unique clarity and connection to the world around us.
It's a delicate balance to maintain, feeling the weight of such moments without being overwhelmed by them. How do you find the strength to embrace these emotions so fully? Your perspective enriches our understanding of grief, showing it not just as a journey through pain but also a pathway to deeper empathy and connection. Thank you for sharing this touching story.
Thank you so much Reyza for this reflection. I noticed how energised I got by reading your message. Much of my work involves being directly connected with people so writing and not knowing who is reading or even if there is anyone reading is such new territory. So I appreciate so much you touching base. I also appreciate you asking how I "find strength to embrace the emotions so fully".
I suppose I have a bias. The bias is that I want to live this life fully and relate to the world in the fullest way I possibly can and for that I need "emotional muscle" :-). It is not always possible, of course. But that is my motto. When my first goat died (I didn't write about his death but it was a longer journey) I noticed becoming really attuned to him and his movements as life was slowly leaving him. People were just speaking casually in the garden next to where we were, there was laughter and play (kids and adults were there) and my whole body contracted. I remember feeling ...oh, we are entering the "chamber of death" and people that are not seeing the sacredness of this moment have no business being here. It was like I was taken over by a protectiveness of the sacred act of dying. Bu that sensation in my body wasn't an easy sensation to feel. There was sadness, heaviness, pain...but if I just stayed with the sensation and not the thoughts that would follow I could be really present to him. That whole process taught me a lot and I noticed when sadness would be too much and would "take me away from the world" and I would rest in the feeling of that just before I'd "leave the world". Like "training wheels" of emotional attunement. The more I didn't "close myself" to the experience the more the experience revealed itself to me in its layers of richness and beauty...if I close myself too much (to sadness, or anything else) than I feel like a whole part of the world becomes invisible to me and I don;t want that. So, I suppose, I try to live my day-to-day in this space in between feeling the world but not becoming paralised by the pain. Which is like walking a tight rope. ;-)
Your reflections and questions give me an insight into your sensibilities. Very nice to have you here.
Adriana, thank you so much for sharing such a profound part of your journey. It's truly moving to hear how you embrace the full range of emotions to live life to its fullest. Your story about being present during those final moments with your goat really resonated with me. It’s a beautiful reminder of the depth of connection we can achieve when we allow ourselves to fully experience each moment, no matter how challenging it may be. Your approach inspires me to stay open and present in my own life. Keep sharing your insights, they’re a real source of strength and inspiration for us all.
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I'm so sorry to hear about your loss, Adriana. Our furry friends are family members, and it hurts to lose them. Thanks for expressing what you're going through so beautifully.
Thank you Diana. I appreciate you reading and reflecting back. This is the thing about grief...it's connecting. <3
Yes, it is connecting, isn't it? Thanks for sharing your grief, Adriana.
That's so beautiful. Chorei. Obrigada por compartilhar 💗💗💗 yeah, how would politics be if we allowed ourselves to feel deeply?
thank you Amanda. My heart longs for a time in which the whole of us could be taken into work...and everywhere. This ties in well with your exploration on "the future of work". <3