My family and I have had a hard month.
On May 22nd our darling cat, my spirit animal, Einstein passed in my arms. Then two weeks later, our other darling, Sweetie, my eldest’s 4.5 year old cat, passed away as well.
We have come to believe they were poisoned by something.
Many people have reached our, suggesting that this made the grief worse, as it meant they “went before their time”.
But I disagree. Grief is Grief. There’s no going before your time.
They still chose to go on a deeper, spiritual level. They ate whatever they ate, visited wherever they visited. I trust them and their inner journey entirely.
My family was heart broken all over again. We jumped in the car and took a roadtrip, heading intuitively to Glastonbury, my spiritual home. I’ve written this post so often in my mind over these past few weeks. There’s so much I’d love to share; about the processes we’ve taken, the releasing and healing rituals we took part in, the way we, as a family and individually, have processed our grief.
My eldest especially has taken her Sweetie’s passing incredibly hard, but at the same time has honoured her by changing her focuses and experiences.
She’s dumped most of her stuff, redecorated her room, changed her style and is back to reading. She’s focusing on creating differently and is focusing on how to live a better life.
I would need to write a book to write out all the ways this has transformed my family and how we want to honour the passing of our darlings so they didn't leave in vain.
Here's some takeaways I've gathered:
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