Ok. Whoa. I know I'm getting a little out there. But, I believe that a regularly practiced solo discipline can make a real difference in your life by crystallizing your intentions and making it easier to leave life's unimportant noise and distractions behind you.
The main purpose of The Heartbreak Diary, when I first began writing it, was to share what I've learned about the healing power of writing (which has been proven by research), give exercises for those in grief who need a jump start for writing, and to share some of my own writing about loss. I am really amazed at how much writing this blog has helped me to recover from the loss of my husband at a relatively young age.
Perhaps from the outside it might look as though someone who has been writing about loss for years might be stuck in the past or still in pain. But I find the opposite to be true. By writing out my feelings, their hold on me lessens. While I might spend 20 minutes exploring the pain of loss in a blog post, I find that the hours that follow those 20 minutes feel pretty free and unencumbered.
I encourage you to think about Sadhana. If that word doesn't appeal to you, just think about something you can do for yourself every day, consistently without fail. It might take you a while to figure out what that practice might be. Or perhaps you know instinctively what you can do.
If it might be writing, you can start with this and see where it takes you for the next 10 minutes:
Today I will write about what it means to me to have a daily, disciplined practice:
2 comments:
My husband died a year ago, I was 44, he was 51. Our boys were 7 & 12. It's hard, some days are really good, others days the grief comes from nowhere and I'm a mess. After he died I started a 'diary' of a sort. It is actually letters I write in diary form, telling him what we are doing, how we are feeling and how proud that he was my husband. It helps. I totally agree with your blog; keep writing.
Hi Ruth: Thanks for the encouragement to keep writing. Back at you! I am sorry for your very recent loss. It's a very odd age to find oneself as a single woman and single parent. I want you to know that 6.5 years later I am recovered. Losing Ken, and the grief that followed, no longer rules me, but it has shaped me into a new person. I still have more to say, and I will keep writing. JS
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