Welcome A New Dawn…
Live Meaningfully – By Ayesha G. Shenk, M.A
In the event you actually choose to read these meanderings on a monthly basis, you may remember that last month’s entry found me in a less-than-stellar existential moment. I apologize for the momentary ‘downer’ and I am happy to report that (although still crazy with work and summer and the ever-rapid pace of life) we have taken a beat and chosen to marshal in a new era.
As I mentioned, I believe when life has you feeling questioning and disappointed, lonely or disenchanted, it may be time to look for greater connection and become more creative in your self-soothing solutions. It may be time to take a moment, get still enough to listen to your inner voice, and find which stepping stone emerges as the next option for solid footing.
I’m not necessarily promoting the idea of ‘finding the next thing’ or looking for something shiny and new to distract you, but rather, getting closer and more attuned to your own Due North.
What is the thing you’ve most always wanted to do? Where is the place to which you always said you’d someday travel? What kind of food have you always just avoided as it didn’t suit your childhood palate? Where and with whom do you feel your most authentic self?
What about your life at this red-hot moment does not align with your needs or hopes or Truth?
There’s a lot of life that has a way of taking your legs out from under you when you least expect it. But when it happens, after you have a moment to steady yourself, it also offers with it the opportunity to make some big changes. Nothing like a whopping dose of pain or fear to make you step back, change your perspective, and adjust your compass.
In the middle of typing this, I got a timely phone call.
And I just finished a conversation with someone who I love very much as she wept with grief over a loss of her own. There’s a sort of raw and all-consuming depth to the kind of grief that happens when you lose something you love. It’s a most unforgiving free-fall into darkness…
I listened to her weep. I wept some too. I reiterated how hard it all was and how sorry I was that she was feeling this sort of pain because I wouldn’t wish it on anyone – ever.
And then, eventually, I gently reassured her that sitting in this pain was ‘part of it,’ that time would pass (as it always does) and that it wouldn’t always feel like this.
There’s an unfortunate club to which you belong when you can hear the echoes of your own histories and pains in the cries of another. There are only a handful of truly profound pains that can elicit that sort of cavernous grief… and I wish no one, especially those I love, to ever have to hear the cracks and edges of their own voices in those moments.
Sigh… so what’s one to say about all of this that could possibly wrap it up nicely in a bow now?by