Neena, thank you for this. I didn't find this scattered, but soft and simple. It must have taken you an eternity to hold your grief and share it in this soft-simple way. Thank you for the 100 years within those 10 years.
Stay strong mam , I am also in same boat , although it's 20 yrs grief I still bear the same pain n pray to crow on her shradh amavasya , to reach to my daughter may be somewhere in universe n feed her what I cook for her .
May the souls of our kids rest in peace n may none of parents bear same pain as ours 🙏🕉💐
Sometimes even though words can mean so much, I find them so empty at times of need. Unable to express what I want to tell you, unable to express the extent of my love and respect for you. However, I will still try using these incapabe words.
You are strength. You are graced. A grief-struck mother, but one who has learnt to adapt to the space grief has usurped in her heart. A big, warm, envelopping hug to you.
I, too, am coming to your post after a long absence. Indeed yours sounded like a different voice today, but nothing to be described as "scattered". In fact it seemed informed by something I can't name, something very very deep, true, intuitive, and real. Re-membrance and presence feel together in this time--both very rich. Thank you for sharing about the meanings of this season, and the beautiful photo of your son Utkarsh. I will read and re-read your words this day, which seem like prayer and poetry that will surely be carried by crow. Unlike so many of your readers, I have not suffered this immeasurable loss; still, your words are a balm. I hold you today tenderly.
Prayer & poetry. Isn’t that what pain looks, sounds & feels like !
Thank you for your as ever warm & wise note dear Cathey. No one should have to suffer this loss, this pain. But some of us will get chosen. I am sure your poetic medicine will help heal all the grievers who cross your path. Thank you for being the poetic healer. Thank you for being there in my life dear Cathey 🙏
I am still mourning the loss of my beloved son, Shashank, who left us a year and 5 months ago. I just wanted to tell you that it saddens me, after reading your post, to realise that I will be as sad 10 years later! But then, who said we should have a life eternally happy? I didn't expect to have no grief, but this absence of a person who should have outlived me is inexplicable. And all I can say is ..... nothing really. Take care.
Dear mother, you will be what & how you will be. Who knows!
But you and I know for sure that Shashank’s presence in your heart & mind will abide. Your love for him will abide. And grief being the cry of love May also abide.
What I can assure you is that allowing grief it’s space lets it turn a compassionate companion. Fighting or fixing it will perhaps turn it more stubborn like a teen rebel. Let it show you its face, mood & nature, in wholeness. Let it travel with you. And It will itself create path & space for deeper growth.
In a world that forgets easily, where the call is to "move on", where forgetting is actually the oppression of a system that doesn't want deep attention on itself; You, dear mother, mourn. Mourn in so many ways a beautiful presence that passed by our Earth. I cry with you for all that is beautiful and gracious and thoughtful and connected and nourishing and willing. Today the symbol of that is Utkarsh. 💕
Beautiful and gracious and thoughtful and connected and nourishing and willing
Yes indeed Utkarsh symbolises all these and more … resilience, kindness, courage, deep curiosity & quiet generosity to name just a few.
Thank you for holding my day dear Bhavana. Thank you for holding me, with your energy, in your consciousness. I deeply cherish & value your generosity & kindness 🙏♥️
What could be more fuller, a more meaningful post than the one you've shared here, Neena? This was anything but scattered. I would love to know more about your six-phase GROWTH Mandala model, whenever you can.
Hello Neena, read your post today only. Thank you so much for sharing your moments of intense grief mixed with so much love , longing and still …. hope. Your son is in you always , your guiding force. A warm hug to you dear.
Hello Neena, I came across this post and I want to thank you for sharing your life with us. I see your pain and hope co-existing. I see your love that transcends material boundaries. I lost my mother recently, and she had lost kids before I was born, and I share this to say that this is the lens through which I see your grief. I relate to you when you notice the crows, the lunar phases...again, thank you for letting us in.
Neena, thank you for this. I didn't find this scattered, but soft and simple. It must have taken you an eternity to hold your grief and share it in this soft-simple way. Thank you for the 100 years within those 10 years.
Soft and simple. That’s how you touch me with each of your thoughtful comments dear Raju. Many thx 🙏
Stay strong mam , I am also in same boat , although it's 20 yrs grief I still bear the same pain n pray to crow on her shradh amavasya , to reach to my daughter may be somewhere in universe n feed her what I cook for her .
May the souls of our kids rest in peace n may none of parents bear same pain as ours 🙏🕉💐
I say Amen to your kind wish Anita ji.
May your daughter’s love continue to warm your heart. May your prayers heal you & strengthen you.
Much love
Thx n same for u too
Dearest Neena,
Sometimes even though words can mean so much, I find them so empty at times of need. Unable to express what I want to tell you, unable to express the extent of my love and respect for you. However, I will still try using these incapabe words.
You are strength. You are graced. A grief-struck mother, but one who has learnt to adapt to the space grief has usurped in her heart. A big, warm, envelopping hug to you.
Yo do not seem scattered, in fact. you are whole.
Your warm enveloping hug breathes life. Many thanks dear Natasha 🙏
Grief has become a companion anf quietly so.
Dear Neena,
I, too, am coming to your post after a long absence. Indeed yours sounded like a different voice today, but nothing to be described as "scattered". In fact it seemed informed by something I can't name, something very very deep, true, intuitive, and real. Re-membrance and presence feel together in this time--both very rich. Thank you for sharing about the meanings of this season, and the beautiful photo of your son Utkarsh. I will read and re-read your words this day, which seem like prayer and poetry that will surely be carried by crow. Unlike so many of your readers, I have not suffered this immeasurable loss; still, your words are a balm. I hold you today tenderly.
Prayer & poetry. Isn’t that what pain looks, sounds & feels like !
Thank you for your as ever warm & wise note dear Cathey. No one should have to suffer this loss, this pain. But some of us will get chosen. I am sure your poetic medicine will help heal all the grievers who cross your path. Thank you for being the poetic healer. Thank you for being there in my life dear Cathey 🙏
I am still mourning the loss of my beloved son, Shashank, who left us a year and 5 months ago. I just wanted to tell you that it saddens me, after reading your post, to realise that I will be as sad 10 years later! But then, who said we should have a life eternally happy? I didn't expect to have no grief, but this absence of a person who should have outlived me is inexplicable. And all I can say is ..... nothing really. Take care.
Dear mother, you will be what & how you will be. Who knows!
But you and I know for sure that Shashank’s presence in your heart & mind will abide. Your love for him will abide. And grief being the cry of love May also abide.
What I can assure you is that allowing grief it’s space lets it turn a compassionate companion. Fighting or fixing it will perhaps turn it more stubborn like a teen rebel. Let it show you its face, mood & nature, in wholeness. Let it travel with you. And It will itself create path & space for deeper growth.
May your faith & love stay strong.
If you wish, do connect at -
growwithneena@gmail.com
In a world that forgets easily, where the call is to "move on", where forgetting is actually the oppression of a system that doesn't want deep attention on itself; You, dear mother, mourn. Mourn in so many ways a beautiful presence that passed by our Earth. I cry with you for all that is beautiful and gracious and thoughtful and connected and nourishing and willing. Today the symbol of that is Utkarsh. 💕
Beautiful and gracious and thoughtful and connected and nourishing and willing
Yes indeed Utkarsh symbolises all these and more … resilience, kindness, courage, deep curiosity & quiet generosity to name just a few.
Thank you for holding my day dear Bhavana. Thank you for holding me, with your energy, in your consciousness. I deeply cherish & value your generosity & kindness 🙏♥️
I will hold you in silence and duas.
Many thanks dear Farah. Means so much 🙏
What could be more fuller, a more meaningful post than the one you've shared here, Neena? This was anything but scattered. I would love to know more about your six-phase GROWTH Mandala model, whenever you can.
Hello Neena, read your post today only. Thank you so much for sharing your moments of intense grief mixed with so much love , longing and still …. hope. Your son is in you always , your guiding force. A warm hug to you dear.
Hello Neena, I came across this post and I want to thank you for sharing your life with us. I see your pain and hope co-existing. I see your love that transcends material boundaries. I lost my mother recently, and she had lost kids before I was born, and I share this to say that this is the lens through which I see your grief. I relate to you when you notice the crows, the lunar phases...again, thank you for letting us in.