Loving can hurt. Caring can hurt
Yes.
This post really hit me in the heart and guts this morning - it's something that we've been talking about in class with First people reconciliation issues in Australia. We talked about how sometimes we have to scratch the scars to bring the blood to the surface.
I'm not sure what you have been through but I extend to you lvoe and strength, and admiration for this support you've extended to others even in your own grief. Trauma is absolutely cumulative - having the toolbox to integrate it into our life experience is a blessing.
Walk light.
Walking light is what I am doing my best to do...some days it's easier than others, for sure. I am really grateful to have the ability to process and churn out writings to go with what I am processing, I know a lot of people get lost in the fogs of despair when things get really tough, but gratefully the universe never lets me stay lost for long. It really is taking every single tool in my toolbox these days to keep it together...more bad news came today even...and yet I am so paradoxically grateful for all the absolute YUK that I had to survive prior to now to get those tools to make it moment to moment now in the middle of this seemingly never-ending nightmare.
On a different note, I would love to know more about the First People and their teachings. I have studied about, and also with, several tribes here in the US over the years as I can, and it is heartening to be able to learn from tribes who have not completely lost their way in the world.