I have a confession: I didn’t fully believe my mourning birds.
I’m talking about the birds behind this blog. The birds that came to me and were like, hey, Poppins! HELLO.
And I was like, Hi?
And they were like, We are your blog’s omen. (Who knew blogs had omens.)
So, I looked it up. Mourning doves represent: MOTHERHOOD, LOVE, AND HOPE AFTER LOSS.
Lovely, right? This is the catch. I DIDN’T FULLY BELIEVE THIS OMEN. I was grieving. I was like, hi, you and your “hope and change” makes for a nice slogan my feathered friends. But I am not with you. Not yet.
I was like, They say that time’s supposed to heal ya, but I aint’ done much healing…
Ok I promise, no more Adele lyrics.
Back to those birds: hope, love, blah blah blah. It still felt so far away.
That is, until recently. I’ve had nothing short of a huge shift. A release of grief. A changing of the season of my heart.
I realized yesterday that I have only been writing this blog since November. I’ve only been writing for four months but it seems like it must be longer because so much has shifted in that time.
I know that the writing played a role in that shift. It helped me to transmute this pain, to take the heavy stuff and perform creative alchemy.
I had a hunch about something and I checked: it turns out that there are more blog posts tagged with love and hope than are tagged with grief. Even in the midst of that pain I was feeling the love.
There is so much I want to share with the dozen of you lovely humans who read my blog. I’ve started drafting some posts about the healing process. Some of it is pretty intense and to be honest, downright spiritual. I will share soon.
But in the meantime, it feels really good to say…
….HELLO FROM THE OTHER SIDE!
(I know, I promised…I just couldn’t resist. What can I san, it’s quite possible that Adele is also my spirit animal.)