death comes. sometimes sudden. other times not. sometimes by surprise. other times not. it is final for the body. perhaps not for the soul. I can't say for sure.
feeling the weight of a sudden, unexpected loss.
that's it for now.
Sunday, January 6, 2013
When i turned 40 (end of 2011), my commitment was to unpack and clear away the baggage from years of moving it from this place to that place; locking it behind this door then that door. Most of 2012 was spent doing that. What i didn't anticipate - because i simply didn't give it much thought - was the extreme depth i would be pulled to reach the deepest, longest growing roots. I didn't realize how nuanced the pain from trauma was until i invited it to surface for release. And in this process of release, the comfort junk-sold-as-food brought me was tremendous, although i realized it represented a nuanced expression of trauma...that of anesthetizing myself from the heavy emotions that arose.