Transformations
Looking at Grief’s Profound Impact on the Soul
From Heartache to Hope: Unveiling the Powerful Connection Between Grief and Nature
In the depths of sorrow, there is solace to be found in the arms of Nature. In our journey from heartache to hope, the connection between grief and Nature reveals its extraordinary power. This article delves into how immersing ourselves in the natural world can provide immense healing and rejuvenation during profound loss. Whether it’s the soft rustle of leaves in a forest, the rhythmic crashing of waves on a shore, or the vibrant colours of a sunrise, Nature has a way of soothing our souls and reminding us of the beauty that still exists in the world. Scientific research supports this innate connection,
Saturn: Catalyst for Spiritual Growth
Do you remember when you started to ask the big spiritual questions; the ones which kept you awake at night? For me spiritual growth began in the night light of Saturn. Back in the mid 80’s; or perhaps it was earlier on my first visit to the 🎞 David Dunlap observatory, my childhood friend and I had taken the northbound subway as far as it would go. From there we had to deposit additional tokens to take a bus further north on Yonge street to the Observatory road in Richmond Hill. From there we walked in the dark till we arrived at
Ancestral Celebrations
I was an ancestral gift to my family on January 28, 1953. First borrowed breath: 9:13 am. As of now, 67 years ago, I have been supported by Spirit’s borrowed breath for 82 minutes. Now I’m listening to what I would call mindful music. I’m trying to touch some part of me that I could call epic. I’m still searching and now, I’m accounting for the feelings today has unleashed. I came to my mothers womb following a well worn path into this world. I have led a charmed life. I have been loved by my family, friends and past lovers. I couldn’t claim the number of teachers who
Adoption’s Shared Grief and Love
There was a time for many years when I questioned if I would ever hear a child call me mom. I now wonder, how is it that somehow through all of life’s twists and turns for all involved, I became the mother of two beautiful human beings born to other women? The privilege of being an adoptive parent is immeasurable. The privilege of being the mom of my two now young adult children can’t be overstated. Raising my children was like playing darts blindfolded with the self-imposed expectation of needing to hit the bulls eye with each and every throw. In adoption and foster care,