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solitude

i listened to a podcast today and it was talking about embracing solittitude and how the biggest thing is that prior to quarantine, there was so much time and space that would be filled.

and for the first time, i’ve really been learning to try to fill it with myself. when the pandemic first hit, i was forced to.

i would spend hours upon hours keeping myself busy. anything really, to avoid the stillness. as time went, on, i would start having more and more periods of stillness- intentionally taking time to do what i love.

one of the things that i do try to do (espeically after throwing myself a pity party) is to think about what i’m grateful for.

the immense loss that i enduried, opened me up to embracing solitude. for the first time, the only space i feel i have where i can be truly emotionally vulnerable, is with myself. i feel my feelings and i console myself. most of these feelings aren’t shared and for the first time, i don’t want them to be.

this space of emotional vulnerability is blissful. i almost feel like this-

so after the storm, all the houses blew down. there was nothing left. the house we built was destroyed. and she was no where to be found. i cried and cried, because why had this happened? where did our home go? where was she? how was i going to clean this up?

after a few weeks of immense sorrow, i started sifting through the remains of the house. it was hard. i remembered memories that i had forgotten, sifted through more sadness than i had ever imagined was possible.

eventually, i had to come to peace with the fact that the house was gone. that it wasn’t going to magically come back, and that there was nothing i could have done to make the house stay. that all i had done was try to build the house correctly. but i had very little experience building a house. i only tried with my own house. and that was still being built too.

so i left the site of the old house. i picked up some of my favorite things, backed them in a canvas tote, and went oward. i went to my house.

this light blue home with the wrap around porch was far from finished.

i started with the foundation. day by day, minute by minute. i went to stores i had never even known existed (thanks google) to purchase new materials. it was hard luggin ghtem back tot he house. but very well worth it.

i’ve been slowly building and building for weeks now. and though my house is not finished yet, i feel like my foundation is solid.

i know that eventually i will have a house. with furniture and a garden and everything that i need. until then, i will keep whistling while i work.

just a lil sunshine

while the big storm rolled past, destroying all of what was left, a month ago, the gap in my chest was overwhelming. i was scared. tired. anxious and honestly confused.

after the storm hit, things settled. it still consistenly rained. there was little sun, mostly partly cloudy.

thrice, since the big storm has hit, i’ve felt the sun. the first time, i wrote in a note to myself “yesterday was the first day i have felt happiness since…” i felt geniunely good. and had geniunely laughed. it was amazing.

the second time i felt the sun, i was leading a private yoga class. it was warm and i was excited. i was determined to let the sunshine.

today, was the third time. i’ve been getting up and walking about three miles and doing meditation and yoga for the past five days. and today, after eating breakfast and showering, i felt the sunshine.

the sunshine reminds me that emotions are fleting and to continue embracing the rain. because one cannot exist without the other, not in a balanced state at least.

i’ve been learning to sit with my grief. while walking, i’ve started listening to alex elle’s “hey girl” podcast. one that really shifted my perspective was her talk with jamila reddy, about greeting grief at the door.

after the storm, i spent a couple weeks just wishing the storm would’ve never happened. living in this interesting state of midn where i was in denial that the storm had happened, because the damage was so bad. it felt like i was living in a nightmare, just waiting and waiting to wake up.

after the third week, i had a moment where i was like “mayah, this is reality.” and being like i need to do what’s best for me to heal and clean up this mess.

now, four weeks later, i’ve felt the sunshine and i know that with due time, i will keep feeling the sunshine.

life after loss is complicated. and the best thing i can truly be patient with myself, knowing that i am trying. i’m learning that it’s okay to not be okay. to go with the ebbs and flows of emotions while knowing that they just are ebbs and flows and that the pain will pass.

so to wherever you are in your clean up, just please know that there will be sunshine. eventually.

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