Tammy is a published contributor to Elephant Journal, a mindful online magazine.
Grief is a universal emotion, it does not discriminate.
No matter skin color, language or background, the instantaneous moment of “nothing-will-ever-be-the-same” grips us all.
The mind goes blank, denial and panic battle for supremacy. The clutch in the middle of our chest squeezes the same whether we are mother, father, sister, brother, daughter, son, friend, young or old.
The angry howl claws up from the depths of our being.
The phrase “Let it go” has become a mantra, a rallying cry, advice and a balm for the heart and soul.
Like most things, the phrase and its intent and use are subject to interpretation. “It” is a pronoun that can reference any and everything that we need, want, fight or struggle with.
We each have our battles and our demons. We carry baggage based on where we’ve been and what we’ve done. More important than the weight of the past is what we choose to do with our thoughts, attitude, outlook and life.
When my romantic relationship failed earlier this year, it was heart-rending: an unexpected end to what I believed was my forever relationship with a soul mate.
We both own the ending. My part of the equation was the need to work on myself—to learn to love myself.
One of the gifts that my man left me was a message:
You have everything you need to bake that cake, but you also have to be the baking pan and oven. Then you will be ready for more cakes.