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Three and a Half Rainbows

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Christmas Eve, 2015, my husband was discharged from the hospital. Our ride home that day was one I thought we wouldn’t have been taking. He was critically ill with congestive heart failure and had spent many days in the hospital this time. In the past his stays had been shorter, so I was fighting with the thought of him not coming home. I knew dwelling in this thought was not serving us, yet it was pulling me away from the joy of the moment that he really was coming home.

We live on Maui, and rainbows are a big deal here. They are even on our car license plates. The first rainbow I saw that day was from his hospital window. I had developed the practice of taking a deep breath every time I saw a rainbow, and that breath was essential in that moment.

As we started our half hour drive home, I saw another rainbow, a really big one, ahead of us. I commented on its beauty as I enjoyed another deep breath. As we continued our journey, rainbows continued to appear. They we all different shapes and sizes and appearing in totally different locations, so I knew I was seeing the same one just from different angles.

As we got close to home, we saw a giant rainbow and we could see it touching the ground in a vacant field. And I noticed the absence of a pot of gold. Right then I realized I was sitting in that pot of gold in my car with my husband beside me knowing that we were experiencing Christmas together. I counted nine rainbows that day.

Since then, I smile every time I see a rainbow, take that deep breath, and know that in that moment all is well.

We have been dealing with higher temperatures on Maui and a lack of rain. Rainbows also are absent in the sky and our verdant island is now brown.  With the tragedy of all the wildfires, including the devastating Lahaina fire, we are on edge, wondering when the next fire will come.

Saturday, I went to an art class in a beautiful old mansion perched on a hill when the top of a giant, vivid rainbow appeared. Though I couldn’t see it all, I realized I was standing above it, over the rainbow so to speak. I took in my deep breath and smiled, and though it was barely sprinkling, It finally felt like rain may come.

The next day from the window in my friend’s car, we saw a giant vivid rainbow seemingly miles wide. Still no rain.

The next day in the middle of several days with high, dry winds reaching up to fifty miles an hour, the emergency alarms went off on our phones indicating yet another fire and the main highway on the island was closed both directions because of that wildfire.

I was hesitant to drive to a doctor’s appointment, but I ventured out anyway. As I came out of the office, there was another big rainbow seeming to go ahead of my car on my journey home.  As I got close to home, a short, wide rainbow appeared on a dark cloud next to the big one. I knew it was the only part of the double rainbow that I couldn’t see the rest of, but it looked like half a rainbow to me.

After the three days of rainbows, the blessed rain finally came, the fire was put out, and there is hope for recovery of our beautiful Maui.

When we pay attention, we can experience signs around us meant to give comfort and assurance that all is well. I am grateful for my three and a half rainbows. I take a deep breath and smile.

 

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Love Letters

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I just read Jane Asher’s book The Next Room. She wrote this book with her mother and it is filled with wisdom.  I felt like I was in the room with them as Jane asked her mother deep questions and her answers were kind, deep, and filled with love. They were questions she would have loved to talk to her mother about while she was alive.

Jane came from a close, big family. She was the youngest and remembers growing up in a small town. When her mother died, her father asked Jane if he could talk with her friend who communicates with people after they transition. Her dad received so much comfort from their communication that she chose to meet with her friend too.

Jane had questions for her mother, so she shared these with her friend and her friend told Jane her mother’s answers. She was comforted and amazed by what her mother shared, so she wrote it all down to remember this guidance. Jane knew she had to write what she learned from her mother in a book.

Jane also realized she could communicate with her mother without the help of a medium, so she asked her mother to write with her, and her mother said yes. They wrote The Next Room together and I highly recommend this beautiful book.

Inspired by Jane’s book, I now include asking questions of my loved ones who have transitioned when I I write in my journal daily. My journaling has become much longer, and I am comforted by the answers I receive that are always filled with love.

If you are skeptical about this, I understand. I can’t tell you for sure that the answers I receive come from my loved ones. I may already embody the discernment I am seeking, and writing my questions in my journal allows me to discover what I already know.

Wherever the answers that I write in my journal come from, I accept them as love letters from my family and friends.  And each morning when I close my journal, I am smiling and grateful for all I discover in my writing.

Try writing to your departed loved ones and see what they share with you. You will be so happy you did!

 

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Like a Child

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I was a latchkey child. Back in the olden days when I was young, starting in Kindergarten I walked to and from school by myself and entertained myself after school. My favorite childhood memories came from those times. I was so creative! I loved being outside, and walking was fun for me. I loved looking at all the houses and imagining what went on inside.  I especially liked the luscious fragrances wafting from the kitchens or the sweet smell of freshly mowed grass.

I knew all the families on our block, so if I ever needed anything, I visited them. There were no fences. I especially liked the people across the street who had an aviary for parakeets. They’d let me help with the birds and even gave me a pretty blue one to keep as a thank you. I wasn’t lonely because Julie was my imaginary friend. We loved to play together, and she was an amazing listener who always liked my ideas. She shared my bedroom and loved the same toys I did. She was a perfect friend!

The freedom I experienced at such a young age taught me to be independent, wise, brave, creative, and self-assured.  I heard someone giving advice recently who said, “Let your little girl lead the way.” With that, I remembered my little girl and how cool she was!  When I thought of myself as a little girl, I was impressed. I also saw that the words I used to describe her then are words I can use to describe me now. Of course, in all the years between then and now, I could use lots of other words to describe me, not always so positive. Now I have come full circle and am happy and grateful for the simplicity of my life.

What was your little girl (or little boy) like? Does your life now reflect who you were when you were young? I don’t remember things like wants or needs. I do remember peace and happiness. When you start to get stressed and have lots of “if only” thoughts beating you down, remember the good feelings you had as a child and let that child guide you to smile, be brave, and be strong. Make a list of the good attributes you had when you were young, and consider how that child in your past can bring you joy today.

 

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Me

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A popular assignment in writing classes at the university where I taught was to ask the students to write their own obituaries. I encouraged the students to write from the perspective of their futures as if they were 60 to 80 years old, reflecting on what they had accomplished in their lives.

The students had a hard time writing this.  They didn’t know what their futures would hold, and they had a hard time imagining what they might experience. They were focused on finishing their educations and getting jobs. I chose to write my own obituary to give them an idea of what theirs could be like. My life has changed so much since then, it’s time for me to write a new one,

Now I would focus on what has been most important in my life. Before I reflected on things like degrees, accomplishments, and awards. Now I write about love, relationships, and the beauty in my life.

Now what I want people to remember about me is that my purpose in life has been and is to serve others, not only my family and loved ones, but anyone who desires comfort, support, love, and happiness. And I would express how I would be honored if anyone would choose to emulate the purpose I have held.

I would also express my gratitude to everyone who has loved and supported me on my way. Of course, I also love to express that gratitude now while I can do it in person.

What would you write in your obituary?

 

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Letting Go of Who You Used to Be

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After my husband died, I found myself sitting in my usual chair on the lani where we used to spend time every day. The sky was still cerulean with puffy clouds gently transforming as they drifted by. I felt his presence in his chair next to mine. Every day we were together here sharing deep conversations or just enjoying the view of our verdant yard overflowing with tropical fruits and flowers, listening to the melodious bird songs. But now his chair was empty, and I was adrift.

I had found deep contentment in my role as a wife. Our life was simple. As he was able to do less, I did more. We decided that our priority was to live in each moment recognizing the value of our time together. We often held hands and always cuddled in bed. During his frequent stays in the hospital, the nurses were amused that often found me at his side in bed. We loved our life together.

When I ultimately found myself alone, I had no idea how to move forward. All the roles I had played throughout my lifetime no longer applied.  I had been a wife, a lover, a mother, a teacher, a nurse, a caretaker, a business owner, a volunteer, a community servant, and so much more. I would try to meditate or just think of how I could start living my best life in my new situation. Ideas ricocheted through my brain colliding with each other until nothing made sense. Then I turned to my journal knowing that when I wrote my thoughts, I could organize them and create a new path just for me.

I wrote and wrote and wrote. I started one page in my journal with the words, “Who Am I.” As I explored that simple question, discovered that the roles I had been playing in my life mostly no longer applied. That was shocking. That page I had labeled “Who Am I” became “Who Was I.”  I was ready to start a new page, letting go of who I was and define who I am now.

On my new “Who I Am Now” page, I started by identifying what my life’s purpose is now. Lots of exploring my ideas by writing about them led me to my new purpose statement: “All I do focuses on giving and receiving unconditional love, promoting happiness, and providing comfort and support to others, especially to those who are dealing with grief and loss.” Once my purpose became clear to me, everything started falling into place.

I keep track of how I am fulfilling my purpose by writing in my journal every day.  I set goals, I record what I am grateful for, I include things that bring me joy every day, and I note how all I do now fits beautifully in my new life’s purpose.  I released the struggle of trying to figure everything out, and I accept the peace of knowing that I am on the path I am meant to travel.

Try letting go of the labels that no longer serve you and discover who you are now.

 

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Grief is Not a One Person Job

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I heard a rustling in the dry leaves under my avocado tree. When I tried to check it out, a whole family rushed out: a rooster, a hen, and 5 chicks.  They ran for their lives away from me. Chicken families tend to stick together to travel from one destination to the next I am sure for self-preservation. Contemplating this, I wonder why humans don’t do a better job at supporting each other.

People often tell me they feel so alone in their grief, and I understand that. After my husband Jacques died, I found myself alone much of the time. I didn’t have the inspiration or strength I needed to figure out how to do anything about my situation, so I stayed alone for quite a while.

After Ron died, I made the decision to do things differently than I had before. When I was ready, I started small. I would send an email or write a letter to someone I wanted to hear from. And I moved forward from there by asking a friend to join me for a cup of tea or a walk. That human contact felt so good. Then I started inviting people to come to my house to write together, play games, or work on projects.

The more time I spent with others, the better I felt. And I noticed that people I spent time with were smiling. I realized that they were reflecting my smile back to me. I was feeling so good about the time I was spending with others, I decided to reach out to people dealing with grief and loss to and invite them to meet with me online to write together, talk about what we write, learn happiness practices, and make new friends. I created the Grief and Happiness Alliance to do just that.

I now have friends from around the world who gather with me online each week to experience the comfort and support from others who understand the value of spending time with people while they are grieving. When we don’t make an effort to actively deal with our grief, we can easily get lost in our isolation. However, we can easily step forward by contacting people we love and by finding your new tribe in a beautiful place like the Grief and Happiness Alliance. I would love to see you there.

 

You can join the Grief and Happiness Alliance which meets weekly on Sundays by clicking here

You can order the International Best Selling The Grief and Happiness Handbook by clicking here.

You can order Loving and Living Your Way Through Grief by clicking here at Amazon:

You can listen to my podcast, Grief and Happiness, by clicking here