We fear the dark and adore only the light. Transform our experience of the harshness into nourishment for our souls. Phase of grief, we are reminded that we can find meaning and joy in life again. Each year when the laurels growĪnd the bluebonnets begin to emerge again, I am reminded of what is possible. The leaves fall down to the forest floor to provide enough nourishment for theĮarth’s soil to grow more leaves for when spring arrives. It feels as if nothing isĮver going to grow again. What is possible?Īs fall transitions into winter, we are left with a period of bleakness. Loss, we can rediscover life and remember there is still love and connection in our lives. Nourish and preserve, but they can help us grow. Our core group of friends, family, and support help us While our life will never be the same again, grief work can help us slowly
As we move into the “what is left” phase of grief, this can be a similarĮxperience. Everything is still very much alive andįully functioning. The internal experience is a very different process. World may be empty branches, brown grass, and flower blooms falling away. Sunshine and water is stored in order to survive a cruel winter. What is left?Īs nature begins to prepare for winter, preservation becomes critical. In grief, we sometimes need to preserve our core forĪ period of time in order to one day grow again. Trees need to let go of their leaves in order to The experience of fall is very purposeful. World, it can leave us lonely and desperate for connection to our roots and core. The way in which our lives haveĬompletely changed from vibrant life to numbness and pain. Grief can leave us empty without our loved one. I am reminded of how we can associate this transition with the initial phase of Within weeks we are left with empty branches, cool days, and a sense of Season progresses, the leaves begin to change into vibrant colors and slowly release from Mornings, and the sun begins to change from a penetrating light to a hazy glow. I always look forward to the first signs of fall the leaves begin to slowly change, brisk As the trees let go of their leaves in preparation for a season of rest and recovery, it allows me to reflect on what is lost, what is left, and what is possible.
Grief’s Likeness to Fall – What is Lost, What is Left, What is PossibleĪs we prepare for a transition into cool mornings and early sunsets, I have been taking the time to reflect on how nature beautifully represents our mission at Austin Grief. Grief’s Likeness to Fall – What is Lost, What is Left, What is Possible.
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