HUG Corner: Thought for the Week 11/26/18
November 26, 2018
Healing After Loss (Martha Whitmore Hickman)
“The light died in the low clouds. Falling snow drank in the dusk. Shrouded in silence, the branches wrapped me in their peace. When the boundaries were erased, once again the wonder: that I exist.”
– Dag Hammarskjold
Maybe in the wake of great sorrow, sensitized as we are to the shading and symbolisms of experience, to the mysteries at the edges of life, we are more able than at other times to feel a kind of unifying pulse with all that is.
I remember, in the aftermath of a great sorrow, standing on a mountaintop veranda on a clear summer night and feeling as though there was an almost palpable connection between me and the stars above the opposite mountain peak that shone in the night sky.
This tenderness toward creation is a gift dearly bought, and perhaps it’s a kind of expanded consciousness evoked by our reaching out into the universe for what we have lost: Where are you? Do you read me? Do you see me standing here, thinking of you? I love you. I know you know that.
On and on it can go, this fantasy conversation with the dead. And yet, in the unity of life, who knows who is speaking and who is listening?
I will be still in my soul, and think of my love.