Posts Tagged ‘healing’

Peace.  Clarity.  Healing.  Growth.

That was my final intention while performing my grief ritual this morning.  I wish all those grieving to have peace, clarity, healing and growth.

Peace in accepting their loss.

Clarity in appreciating all of the good from the lost relationships, lost jobs, lost loves.  Clarity in remembering that the feelings brought on by grief are just that… brought on by grief, and dealing with them accordingly.

Healing in moving beyond the grief.

Growth.  Above all, growth.  Growth to get through and develop the wisdom to help others.

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Sadly, as of late, there have been some people in my life who have had to endure the grieving process of losing a loved one. It’s something we all have to go through at one time or another but it’s certainly not something we look forward to and something we can all certainly use a bit of support with, sometimes, more than a bit. (((HUGS)))

We need to remember that grief is a very normal process that we must go through after the loss of a loved one. Grief enables us to process and work through the loss. If we don’t permit ourselves to mourn and grieve properly it may end up biting us in the but…manifesting itself in other ways…coming up unpleasantly later.

As for crystals & stones to help us work through the process; apache tear, champagne tourmaline and smokey quartz are 3 wonderful stones to work with. They can help make the grieving process more bearable, easing the grief of bereavement as we go through it. I recently made up a mojo bag for a friend who lost someone very very special (but who of isn’t “very very special”?). The mojo bag contained apache tears, smokey quartz, marjoram herb along with essential oils of marjoram and chamomile. I tucked this all into a small organza lavender bag.

The apache tears and smokey quartz work together to alleviate the pain of grief while the heavy yet healing emotional work is done. You may want to read the very sad legend of the Apache Tears here.

Marjoram is an age-old remedy for grief and chamomile brings calm and comfort. If using this remedy for yourself, you may want to also do some meditations with these stones and sleep with a similar mojo bag or simply carry it with you to hold in your hand when the waves of heartache feel overwhelming.

There is no way to avoid the pain of loss, like I said; it is a natural part of the grieving process. But crystals can truly help us through, emotionally supporting us and allowing us to process and work through the grief.

Hibiscus Moon is an author, workshop creatrix, teacher, mystical goddess & crystal junkie who LOVES teaching about crystals with the Hibiscus Moon Crystal Academy. As a self-admitted complete & total science geek, she brings a dose (maybe a smidge more than a dose) of science to the topic of crystal healing, while trying to make sure we’re all still having lots & lots of fun! She lives with her hubby, Frank & kitty, Topaz in bustling beach town, Pompano Beach, FL.

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The events of the past few months have drained me.  Personal meltdown, family emergencies, traveling, medical issues and a ton of work stress.  It was all too much.  I did what anyone would have done.  I treaded water.  I made it through.  I went into survival mode.  I didn’t thrive, I didn’t excel, I survived.

Friday was a day off, and I’ve now had time to breathe, so we decided to head to the coast.  The ocean has always been healing to my soul.  We stayed with family, and we had a wonderful visit.  Saturday we spent time walking along the beach, even venturing a bit into the water.  I absorbed the energy of the sea.  I took some photos.  I breathed.  I felt the weight leave me.

We had a leisurely drive home, I got some free paperbacks from a coastal library.  We got our grocery shopping done on the way home.  Saturday evening and all of Sunday I’ve dedicated to be a balance of breathing and creating.  I’m primarily working on catching up.  I’ve checked some major things off of my to-do list.  Making space to thrive, to excel.  I’m ready to do more than survive.

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More Truth

What I have these days is truth.  And for the most part, that truth is amazing.  Micky continues to progress.  There are miracles every day.  The truth is that he died 3 times on the operating table.  The truth is that the surgeons fought so hard to save him.  And they did such an amazing job.  My truth is that I lost my father a year and a half ago.  It would break my heart for my ex husband to have lost his last friday.  Our children lost one grandfather, and the truth is they are even closer to this one, since he has been in their lives from day one, and very actively so.  I am thankful with every ounce of my being.  Thankful for the surgeons, the doctors, the nurses, even the janitors who keep such a clean environment for him to heal in.

There is more to my truth.  My ex’s girlfriend is an RN at the hospital Micky is in.  And in the past, we have had our differences.  Our story has changed with this event.  I am so thankful for her.  She has been so helpful, so kind, and has kept us informed of every aspect of his care.  She calls me daily to update me, as I am 5 hours away.  At the end of the day, since last Friday, we are a supportive family.  And that family includes my love and my ex’s love.  My truth is that we are not a “normal” family.  But we have all learned to support one another.

My next truth is harsh.  Everyone asks why.  Why does something so bad happen to someone so good.  And Micky is good.  Always smiling, always hugging, always showing love.  But my truth is that I have seen so many miracles from this that I wonder if that’s why.  We all came together without question.  We rushed to each other’s sides.  We came together with open arms.  Every. Single. One. of us.  Micky is our patriarch and he would be proud.  In so many ways he and his wife made us who we are, as a unit.

Another truth?  This family bliss is new, and I am afraid.  What if we fall back to old patterns?  My pledge is to do my very best.  We have open communication right now.   I will do all I can to keep that.

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My Truth

Last week, I was teetering on the edge.  I felt like I was going to break.  I felt like I was under so much pressure.  I seriously felt like that pressure was going to crush my soul.

Then Friday morning at work, I received the call.  The call that no-one wants to make, and no-0ne wants to receive.  My ex husband, my children’s father was on the line.  And he told me that his father was in an accident and I needed to get the children there quickly and safely.  It was bad, he said.

At that moment, no amount of stress or feelings of overwhelm mattered.  My ex and I were married for 12 years.  We were divorced 8 years ago.  Yet we have remained family.  I have remained relatively close with his family, and we’ve all gotten together for holidays.

My (ex) father in law’s name is Micky.  Micky is retired, but couldn’t NOT work, so he took an on-call position at the school district he worked for.  He was called in Friday to do janitorial work.  He headed to work with pride to do his job.  He was on his motorcycle and he struck a deer.  Within a mile of his home.  Micky was thrown a long way.  And yes, it was bad.  He has about 7 broken ribs, many broken in the front and back.  He has many fractured vertebra.  He has a broken shoulder blade.  In surgery, they repaired his liver, removed his pulverized spleen.  And he died 3 times on the table.  But it wasn’t his day.  His brain is good, his spinal cord is completely intact.  They are keeping him heavily sedated, and on a ventilator.  But they wake him twice a day.  He follows simple tasks.  He can move his hand on command, wiggle his foot, etc.  And last night they turned off the ventilator and he breathed on his own for 30 minutes.  He is too sedated to take completely off the ventilator.  But he is one hell of a fighter.

But this occasion… it has brought this family together.  We have all rallied around his wife, who he has been married to for over 40 years.  All 7 of Micky’s grandsons were there at the hospital.  We kept vigil and we walked back to his room 2 by 2.  We laughed, we cried.  We hugged, and we drew on each other’s strengths.

My truth was expressed to Micky’s wife.  Saturday morning.  There was an incident, over 6 years ago… and we were good afterwards.  We were good.  BUT… it had never been discussed.  I talked to her (probably unnecessarily, in her eyes, but I needed to talk), and I told her my truth.  I was heard.  So much love flowed from her to me.  So much love.  And a huge weight was lifted.

Once again, Micky brought this family together (he beat all odds after an accident 4 years ago as well).  We have already seen so many miracles.  We are now poised to see more.

What I’ve learned is… don’t underestimate the human spirit, and tell your Truth.

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