January 12, 2021
I came across a memory the other day on social media from two years ago when I was mourning the loss of a dear friend. Joyce was this wonderful combination of grandma, friend, fairy godmother and Yoda, with a sharp sense of humor.
We had met decades ago when we worked together. She had moved to another country and we became pen pals. The traditional type, with wonderful hand written letters that would delight my heart as I opened the mail box. And then later on, we switched to become digital pen pals. The excitement would rise in my chest and comfort would settle upon me when I’d see her message in my inbox.
We didn’t have a regular schedule for communicating. In fact, we’d often go weeks or months without a message. But somehow, Joyce always knew when to reach out, either when I was struggling or when I was debating a big decision. And then she would whisk into my life with a dash of humor to make me giggle and bring with her, understanding, love and always something to ponder.
So when Joyce left this world, I sensed her absence profoundly. I grieved for my loss and for the world’s loss after the release of such a warm energy and bright light.
The memory of her death made me ponder…..
What happens to our love when we send it off to loved ones who have parted? Do they receive it wherever they are? Or does it combine with the communal voice of love swirling in the Universe, thereby nourishing us all? A lovely thought, either way. And perhaps, it's a bit of both. Love amplifies when given freely from the heart. So open up and send it adrift.