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 ~ like a low, annoying and distracting hum, with no shut-off valve.  It left her feeling agitated, disoriented and unsure as how to move forward, 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 soft 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 it didn’t really matter because she knew instinctively that she was hearing her own voice, her own spirit. So, she turned inward and listened.  To her surprise, as the fog of sorrow lifted, she experienced visions of clarity, glimmers of hope and tiny moments of happiness.

It was then that she understood the voice of grief had been comforted ~ not put away ~ but eased.   She had finally found the Entrance sign to her new life. Intuitively, she knew that she was emerging!

Laurel Rund 2011