Dear One: A Love Letter to Your Grieving Heart

Dear One,

Our collective is suffering deeply.

I see how identification with fear and ego has caused so many of us to forget our truth.

We have gotten lost in the illusion of separation and out of sheer terror in the face of change (which means death to all current belief structures—far too much to handle in such an immobilized state of deep fear), we have re-elected a felon as our leader, hoping that he will offer the protection and security we crave. (More illusions the ego loves to cling to.)

Truly, we have re-elected the reflection of our unintegrated shadows.

Fear can drive us to destructive action if we become lost in it.

Dear One, the only way to heal our suffering is to embody the love we want to see and experience.

So, I show up here, to love you and write you letters, and remind you of the truth of your essence.

I am here to remind you of the love that you are, so you can begin to unfreeze and thaw from the fear and come home to your heart.

Softening each time we meet.

I will always be here to tell you how much you are cared for, how much you matter, and why harmony and love will always be the strongest healing forces you will possess.

Dear One, our collective is at a crossroads.

There is an active choice between fear or love for us.

One will certainly drive us further into disaster and destruction, and another will heal and mend and unify and create space for us to work toward a new world that supports our expansion.

Dear One, for your grieving heart, I choose love.

I choose to show up here to help you navigate the physiological pain from the manifestation of the perception of love lost: grief.

Grief will always return you to love if you let it.

Doing so requires conceptual death of what it means to “lose” something or someone.

Because truly, nothing is ever lost, it merely transforms.

Dear One, please remember the game, the stage that plays out the grand drama you watch at home from your couch: the illusion.

Remaining focused on this keeps us trapped more securely in the illusion, into fear.

Turn off the TV and breathe.

You are so much more than who you think you are, your reality can be so much more than what you see on TV, and the abundance that is possible in your future is not dependent on the country’s “leader.”

(Although let’s be real, there’s a narcissistic misogynist in charge of our country now. Fear at its blindest is quite dangerous, and so we must do our part to heal and unify because our collective has no choice but to rise.)

Let the ache and despair you feel wash through your nervous system like waves.

However, remember that you are the ocean, and no storm is strong enough to take you under.

Our nervous systems are hard-wired for threat detection and understanding how to harness the power of your heart is crucial to coming home, to calming the body, to realizing the truth: your spiritual and metaphysical nature.

Understanding how to support and sustain your body’s ability to feel “safe” will help you tune in and align with its natural ability to heal itself.

Ultimately, you’ll learn how to tolerate the pain of being human and use this pain as guidance toward the blockages manifesting in the body that are requiring your loving attention so they may clear and you can regain access to harmony.

Doing this repeatedly will help you understand your body’s natural rhythms and cues. That relationship over time fosters familiarity, comfort, deep understanding, appreciation, and love.

Your body is unique to you and only you will have the greatest understanding of its truths and reverence for its mysteries.

Dear One, no one has guided you on how to manage the pain of your grief.

Healers and counselors balk with “imposter syndrome” as they support clients with this deep and seemingly unending pain.

Healers want nothing but to help heal those they serve.

With grief, we fear that kind of pain has no cure.

(Fear again getting in the way of our healing.)

Your grief needs your loving touch.

It needs you to create space for it to be present with you.

The closer you can get to these feelings, the stronger your relationship grows with your own heart.

And now you are truly “doing the work.”

Dear One, let’s hold space for our collective.

Let us heal together. This requires us to feel our pain.

The only cure for grief is to allow it room to breathe each time it surfaces.

Show up to grief with compassion, with respect, with a deep sense of honor and gratitude.

Grief is showing you the magnitude of your heart.

That magnitude is beautiful and requires a loving witness.

Dear One, I honor the limitless capacity you hold to tolerate your grief as you allow yourself to feel it. Initially, it will feel like that moment when we first touch our toes in cold water.

We recoil at the shock and contrast. However, we discover that as we continue exposing our skin to the water, the temperature no longer seems so cold, and our response to it is no longer intense.

Instead, we are adjusted, familiar, and perhaps even comfortable.

Dear One, I want you to feel empowered as you navigate grief. Wear your pain as a badge of honor. It is offering you a pathway back home every time you feel it.

The depth of your heart knows no bounds, which is why grief can feel never-ending. Through grief comes love, and through love comes grief.

The perceptive mind can create pain or offer healing.

Dear One, we haven’t lost a damn thing. Allow the pain and remember the truth: we are finding our way home to ourselves, to one another, and to the truth.

Ram Dass said we are all walking each other home.

Let’s walk together.

Unwavering faith in the power of love will open your world continuously.

Thank you for being here.

Keep choosing love.

xoxo

Rachel