There were so many voices in her head since his death and they meshed into an angry crowd within her. These discordant sounds pulled her into an abyss called “Grief.” As the voices blended together, she could not hear them clearly, drown them out or turn them off. It was a time of profound sadness and she was uneasy, off balance ~ in a dark place that didn’t seem to have an “Exit” sign within sight.
At other times, the voice of grief came in at a different frequency – kind of like a low, annoying and distracting hum, with no shut-off valve. She oftentimes felt agitated, disoriented and unsure as to how to put one foot in front of another. It seemed as if daylight had arrived and was out of reach … too far in the distance for her to see.
Then with the passing of time, a hushed voice began to emerge from within. Eerily quiet and without static, it was gentle, compassionate and encouraging. Perhaps it was guided by powers beyond her understanding or her grasp, but that didn’t really matter because she knew instinctively that what she was hearing was her own voice, her own spirit. So, she turned inward and listened, and found visions of clarity, glimmers of hope and, surprisingly, even moments of happiness.
It was then that she understood that the voice of grief had been comforted ~ not put away ~ but quieted. She had finally found the “Entrance” sign to her new life and intuitively knew that she was Emerging!
Laurel D. Rund