On love and loss and meditation

01/11/2017 at 4:42 pm | Posted in Uncategorized | 4 Comments
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We were discussing an upcoming school event.
“You can come if you want,” said my teenaged daughter.”I don’t mind.”

“Would you like us to come?” I asked, carefully feeling my way. Until recently she’d wanted us at every event.

“I don’t mind,” she answered. “It’s up to you.”

“So if we didn’t come you wouldn’t be bothered?”

“I’ll be fine. I’ll be with my friends anyway. If you come I might feel bad about not spending much time with you. But you can come if you want.”
I thought about some poignant words from The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran:

‘Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.’

And I remembered that love always involves loss. Children grow up, lovers leave, friends grow apart, kinsfolk move beyond the veil… it’s part of the package.

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This month in our meditation sessions we’re going to focus on love. I invite you to bathe in its unconditional energies. Tune into its reality as a force that stretches across all human experience and endures despite appearances. The existence of love is a celebration, always. And it is possible to feel the happiness of love even when a loved one is not physically present.

I might not see my daughter quite so often nowadays.  Only occasionally do I catch glimpses of  the little girl she once was. But I appreciate the fact that she’s growing beautifully towards adulthood. We share great conversations in which she delights me with her insights. And, of course, we love each other just the same.


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  1. “You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth” – a later quote from the same poem, which I have always loved – we have a lovely calligraphy print of it in our bedroom.

    • In a more poignant way I also love the idea from the same poem that ‘their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams’. Though I do believe you can do almost anything in your dreams!

  2. This came at just the right time today, thank you. My daughter is on the cusp of her 12th birthday and started high school back in September. Not poetry, but I love the sentiments of the ABBA song Slipping Through My Fingers…

    “School bag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning 
    Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile 
    I watch her go with a surge of that well known sadness 
    And I have to sit down for a while 
    The feeling that I’m losing her forever 
    And without really entering her world 
    I’m glad whenever I can share her laughter 
    My funny little girl”

    • Glad this reached you at the right time. The lyrics from the ABBA song really capture the feeling. Thank you for sharing them. And I reckon they are poetry!

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