Queen Mimi has had a rough couple of months and has written of it so beautifully on her blog. Her dad passed away two weeks ago and how well I know the days after you lose someone, whether it’s to a long term illness, a car accident or some other devastating way, are so very hard to get through. Things seem almost surreal for quite a long time.
I hold to the belief that each soul leaves the physical in their own way and in agreement with their soul’s wishes. When Lauren was ill, I prayed that she would get better, of course. I even tried to bargain with God to take me instead of her. In the end, though, I prayed for whatever was her soul’s desire and if that was to leave us now, so be it. Can I tell you how hard that was? I remember doing the same thing with my dad when I was just 14. I hung out in the hospital waiting room praying for him to be out of pain and if that meant he had to leave, so be it.
Which is not to say that I don’t miss him, Lauren or my mom. It took me many years to come to terms with losing my dad. I still work through bouts of sadness about my mom and I can say without hesitation that there will never come a day when I don’t think about or miss Lauren. I am so thankful that I had this blog to write out all my feelings as I was going through it. It helps me realize how much I’ve processed and gotten through in the past three years.
So, I send a loving thought to Mimi who is a wonderful writer able to really, really connect with others by her words. She will find her peace (and is, in fact, doing that) as she continues to walk her path, learning lessons along the way.
1. How do you find your own personal peace/nirvana?
Uh, should I divulge how much I wish to sit in the closet? I have? Oh hell. I have no secrets from you (three) do I? Well, sitting in the silence (closet or not) is what restores me. I kind of go off the edge if I don’t get my quiet time. Good thing I don’t have kids or responsibilities or anything, right?
2. Where do you go to find respite and solace? Is there a particular place, city, country, room in your house?
Besides the closet, you mean? I like my bedroom. It’s big, it’s all mine and I’m surrounded by books. It’s one of my safe places.
3. Who is the most peace-loving person you know? What makes them so?
I work with a really, really great guy named Fred. He has such loving and peaceful energy and I can’t even really explain it other than he looks content in his own skin. He always has a ready smile and a kind word. I hope I can be like Fred when I grow up.
4. What do you do when your inner peace is threatened?
You’re making me mention the closet again. I retreat inward. That’s after I go cry in the bathroom or something. Fortunately, it’s not often threatened.
Do you have a strategy, a routine, religious faith, a mantra……to calm yourself down?
I talk to my angels, write in my journal and sit in the silence.
5. What is your favorite comfort food?
Oh good lord – what ISN’T a comfort food for me?? (cooked carrots, of course! DUH!) Pudding, rotini pasta, and bread pudding.
6. Do you have a pet that brings you happiness and peace? If not, what type of animals bring you peaceful thoughts?
My kitty cats have always been my sweet little lovey creatures. When I had four of them, they all slept in the bed with me. Yes, folks, I can sleep just fine with four cats on top of me. There’s nothing like the sound of a purring cat.
7. What is your favorite peace song?
I’ll be there by Escape Club – reminds me that my loved ones in Spirit aren’t so far away as it seems on my sad days.
8. Did you post a peace globe on November 5th and participate in BlogBlast For Peace?
I did! And you can read it here.
And on that note, peace out, kids.
Nilla Vanilla Wafers. That’s my comfort food.
I went to a psychic once who told me to remember to accept the love my cats give me. I try to. When I’m about to lose it, or am losing it, I try to recognize how they have opened their trusting little hearts to me. Of course, because they are felines and, by nature, perverse, they tend to want to be alone when I want to snuggle. Though old Joe always comes when I call him, sometimes I can tell he’d prefer to be asleep on my bed than cuddling with me …
Peace after a loved one has left this mortal coil does come. I like your idea of a “peace closet”. I just don’t like any of my closets. :)
Hugs to you.
You just encouraged me. You just sent a warm breeze. I felt it.