Living In A Grief Deficient Culture
Culturally we are in a grief deficit, numbing out the very thing that would make us feel ALIVE. The thing is, we've been veered away from feeling the ongoing grief that life requires us to feel. Our grief is an ongoing reminder of how deeply we can love, of how tenderly we can feel, of how meaningfully we can live our day to day lives, knowing that we are a breath away from death and living. The word death has become a feared topic culturally, something that we may want to stay away from until the end of our lives. But if we keep avoiding the life cycle, we will continue to surface the pain the world holds on a broader scale, as we are seeing all over the world with wars, illness and disasters. As our world collectively goes through these big purging cycles, we ourselves may be feeling the devastation, the hopelessness, the anger, the depression. It’s not a time to shut down, but a time to uprise and be courageous enough to feel the very things that we’ve feared for so long. Maybe you are currently going through something personal that hits home for you in a very raw way, no longer being able to shut out the cycle of death. We come face to face with death when we are ready to bring in more life. When we are ready to live our lives in a new way that is more meaningful for our unique souls.
When we are first born into the world, this is our first moments of grief. As we come through the portal of the womb where we were gestating, receiving our nourishment, in a dark cacooning space, to then come into a world we have yet to know that feels foreign, new and vulnerable, maybe having a traumatic birth, being cut from the imbulic cord too soon, not being cradled in our mothers arms right away, all of these ways we come into the world create a pathway for our first grief stories. Grief is not something we get over once a certain amount of time goes on, it doesn’t have a timeline or date that we should get over our grief, it is an ongoing life long shoreline that meets us again and again. Whenever we love something, lose something, let go of something, leave something behind, grief is the pathway to a new way of feeling and living our lives. We never know when or how big the wave will be when it meets us. It could be sparked by a smell, a sound, a site, anything that reminds us of the things we have loved can induce a wave of grief that can envelop us for minutes, hours, days or years. Just as we breath in and out, grief and love come in as the same inhale and exhale. Birth and death come in as the same cycles that we go through to experience more life wether its in the physical or the spiritual.
As woman, we have the gift every month of journeying into the grief cycle more strongly through our menstrual cycles. After ovulation occurs and the hormones go down, we begin feeling more deeply. Our tenderness surfaces, the uplifting energy that was carrying us along now dwindles down for us to remember that the letting go phase is just as important as the rising phase. In modern times it can be a challenging phase to be out in the world, trying to operate in the same way with the expectation of being on all the time. With our world collectively coming into restoring more of the feminine ways of being, one of the most important responsibilities that we have as women in this time is to live according to our cyclical nature to restore the balance on earth.
The wisdom of our womb cycles is the built in guidance that we can draw upon at any time. Bodies with a womb are the embodiment of the earths cycles, seasons and innate knowing of the initations of birth and death who are literal portals to life. This is why one of the most important things we could do for ourselves, our families and communities, is become in tune with our wombs. And an emphasis on feeling the deep grief that our wombs contain as we physically let go through our blood monthly, through our birthing stories, and through the earths devastations. SHE calls us to feel it all.
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