- Judith Johnson
- Read Time: 4 mins
There were times when my mother's needs felt like a bottomless pit and an endless parade of critical events. In spite of how much I loved my mother, I often felt overwhelmed and trapped.
There were times when my mother's needs felt like a bottomless pit and an endless parade of critical events. In spite of how much I loved my mother, I often felt overwhelmed and trapped.
Many of us have experienced the deaths of our animal friends, and the Covid-19 situation has made it all harder. Our animal family members may have been our primary support, companionship, and connection during this time, making the loss of these beloveds even more difficult.
When I look at the trees in my garden, I see how they fully express life in their changing seasons. The wind blows and they surrender.
The pandemic brought the longstanding issue of loneliness and isolation in the lives of older people back into the public consciousness.
When my boy died, I had no belief that the dead could talk to us. At best, they seemed gone in another world, separated by loss and the deafening thunder of our grief. But then Jordan started speaking to me...
The deepest truth of the universe is that love is eternal; our relationships to each other and the whole go on forever. We are always together (even though on Earth we forget), always united in love, always and irrevocably connected to all of consciousness.
Most of us have experienced the eerie feeling that goes with handling the personal possessions of a loved one who has passed away. Some very mundane things can produce surprisingly poignant reactions.