On May 1st,2012 a beloved friend of mine was killed in a car accident. She had not secured her massage table in the backseat of her Ford Explorer and when rear-ended it had turned that massage table into a projectile that took her life. So very sad. She was an amazing woman; charismatic, fiery, tender, goofy, hysterical, just, and accepted life as it was. She was living her dream of practicing massage in Kauai. She had traveled to India as a caretaker for a woman who was getting stem cell treatments for cancer. She had bonded with everyone she met and always had a smile and a warm tight hug. No one could hug like Jaime. She was a very rare soul and I am going to really miss her in my waking life.
It's interesting witnessing others and yourself grieve; allowing the emotions of disbelief, horror, anger, blame, bargaining,sadness and finally acceptance run their course. I coached myself to invite Mara in, to let those emotions occur and when they transformed into another I allowed that to occur. I had to sit with them. I had to honor her, love is allowing someone to die, not holding onto them and fighting their departure. And she needed to depart, she was ready for her next great adventure.
The Guest House by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
As an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they're a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
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