Love and stuff

Yesterday morning I woke to pictures of my cousin’s new baby boy in my inbox. I smiled. He’s beautiful. Grief sat squarely on my chest.

I ignored it. I thought about everything I needed to get done. I began to suffer.

My husband recognized the look in my eye, the set of my jaw, and the shortness of my replies. He suggested a solution. Sometimes that goes well, sometimes not. Today it was perfect. The dark cloud began to lighten but I wasn’t ready to cry.

I took time for myself. I asked for direction. I opened a book.

Can you imagine how it would feel if your heart were open, if everywhere you went, you trusted, were relaxed, and knew that the universe was friendly? How would your life flow if you believed that your inner guidance was gentle and kind, and that people were sending you love wherever you went, and that you yourself broadcast a beam of love like a circle around you to everyone? How would your life change if whenever someone said something to you, no matter how it came out, you could recognize the love or need for love behind it? — from Living With Joy by Sanaya Roman

I sat for a moment and thought about love. I relaxed. I remembered that everything will be okay, even when it feels like it won’t. I got to work. I cried.

*****

Today is a big day for me. Let me tell you why.

Picking Up the Pieces: thoughts on grief and growth is available for download. If you’re grieving, or know someone who is, consider this my gentle nudge to read it. It’s free, it’s beautiful and it just might change your life.

I’m also announcing the Picking Up the Pieces Retreat – 3 days and 4 nights that’ll knock your socks off. If you wear socks. This one’s not free but it will be beautiful and it’s definitely going to change your life.

Lastly, I am moving this blog to a self-hosted site. This is way out of my comfort zone and I’m hoping it goes smoothly. Please be patient with me if you encounter any difficulties. If you’re receiving this via email, let me say thank you (!) and let you know that you’ll want to sign up at the new site in order to keep receiving blog posts. But I’m still figuring that out, so I’ll let you know when it’s ready.

Here’s to life. Let’s really live it.

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4 Responses to Love and stuff

  1. pamela says:

    wow. How did you manage all of this? I can’t wait to read this!!! Your retreat aounds divine. You are so inspiring!

  2. well done – sounds exciting and I will look forward to reading the guide

  3. Well, Sugar, this post is filled to the absolute brim with goodness. You practiced excellent and wise self care, you read a passage from a fantastically helpful book, and you cried.

    Then

    Your new ebook – I can’t wait to download it and read it. I’m sure it will find its way to where it needs to go, your efforts providing salve to bruised and hurting souls. Thank you for spending the time putting together such a healing treasure.

    And the retreat? Fantastically good idea. Congratulations on that, too.

    And to move to self-hosting. That is such a richly layered thing to do – so metaphorical. But on a practical level, yay, and of course we’ll be patient as you make the shift over. You’ll do fine, though. You’ll do just fine.

    xo

  4. I am so excited you. So grateful to know you. So looking forward to reading your Picking Up The Pieces guide. I too struggle when I see pictures of my friends beautiful babies, and I know firsthand the release that is found in crying, yet the goodness that comes in letting your heart be open. Please know that I’m sending you a beam of love.

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