The Remedy for the Ennui of Separation
How feeling your "feels" can bring you back to the Truth of who you REALLY are.
Hello, my dear friend! I hope all is well in your neck of the woods.
We’ve had another “soft morning” here.
Yesterday, DH and I received our MyIrelandBox* for the month of October.
Quite honestly? I have had moments in the past few months when I’ve thought about unsubscribing, but then the box arrives, and it surprises and delights me!
This month, one of the treasures contained within was peat moss incense. I didn’t know I needed it in my life (if even I’d known it was a “thing”) until DH lit one this morning. It somehow made the house feel that much more cozy as the rain came down. It brought with it a feeling of comfort. 🥰
But as can be typical for me… I digress. On to the “point” for this letter today…
I was originally inspired to write after reading this post on the Love What Matters Facebook page yesterday.
The author stated:
“When I started this journey into parenthood, I thought 18 years sounded like such a long time. In reality, those years just flew by. The days of them wanting to hold my hand or sit right next to me on the couch seemed to disappear.
However, every once in a while, they ask me to stay up late and watch a movie with them, or they may agree to go on a 20 minute walk with me, and I bask in those simple moments with my now grown children, because I know time is fleeting."
I “get” it.
Our youngest daughter, now 17, recently got her driver’s license. Her wings have unfurled, and between school, work, and her social calendar, we don’t see much of her these days, and this is just a preview of “coming attractions.”
She and I did go out together last weekend to get manis and pedis, and it was her idea. She invited me to join her, and I did enjoy the time spent with her. She is an awesome kid!
She is the last one at home, though.
Our other two kids are already adults, now 26 and 30, with their own families. When they “flew the coop,” we still had the youngin’ at home.
My human, she is in the process of “letting go,” which can sometimes be a real challenge.
But I also came across an image yesterday that one of my friends on Facebook shared.
This was a reminder to me that we are never alone. Because that is what is at the heart of the ennui we experience when “letting go” of anything or anyone we love. Whether it is due to their growing up and leaving our home or passing away from this realm due to a death of their body.
Ultimately, we miss their presence because we believe they are gone from us.
We cannot see them with our eyes.
We cannot hold them in our arms.
But it is that feeling of sadness, that feeling of “missing” them, that if we are truly aware of it and the truth of it, that can help us to ease it.
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