Saturday, 21 November 2015

Choosing your breath: when gratitude seems impossible

Jeff and I visited Jamaica recently and while we are away our beloved puppy went missing for 13 hours. It was an awful time, despite the fact that we were in one of our most favorite places on earth. A couple people said to us " don't let this ruin your vacation" and "try to enjoy yourselves".  In the moments of panic, fear and sadness it is pretty impossible for me to find happiness let alone gratitude. 
It reminded me a lot of the early hours of losing Angel - the loss of control and the fear that takes over your being.
Gratitude was impossible for a long time after she died.  With time, it did come though. I was able to shift my thoughts to what I still had in my life - my family, my friends, my health, my chance to live and define my experience.  I came to appreciate things much more again - the ocean, the quiet trail by my house, music and reading, spending time with people I love. Cuddling my puppy that brings me a lot of joy.
A dear friend to me told me her mantra is "where there is life there is hope". And that is the basic truth.
Horrific moments of grief will pass. You can find light and love again. Hold on to that and be grateful. 

Until I see in color again