Mother Earth Eases My Grief

I have always loved nature. Our only family vacations took place in a little town in northeastern, Wisconsin where my great-aunt and uncle own a cabin.  I was still in diapers when I started going there in the 60’s. Not much of a vacation for my mother, drawing water from a pump and heating it on the stove for dishes and diapers!

It is there that I meet something that will be my forever friend – the EARTH. I discover its creatures, all the creepy crawly bugs in the outhouse, the fish and crawfish in the lake and the bats that fly over our heads when the lights go out at night.

I learn that the sky reveals magic as we lay on our backs to watch shooting stars, or stay up long past bedtime to wait for the rising moon.

I am reading Wayne Dwyer’s book I Can See Clearly Now and he states that as he looks back over the course of his years, so much is revealed and the sequencing of events show an orchestrated plan.

It is with that same clarity that I can see clearly how nature has been my “go to” place for peace, for retreat and respite. Nature is the free gift I am given after my husband dies and it is essential to my healing.

I take my grief out in the wind, and as I close my eyes and let it whip across my face, I remember that despite my heartache, I am still alive.

Walking through nature trails or riding my bike, I stop when I see a hawk flying overhead or something catches my eye, and for a moment I escape from my pain. I let go of my loss when I immerse myself in the comfort of my familiar outdoor friends.

My husband’s death was devastating, exhausting and I couldn’t imagine how I could begin to heal. Looking back, my instinct took me outside and back to the earth, a place I find balance.

My son and I invite friends over for outdoor picnics, we go to the local quarry where we swim and splash in the green water and I release my tears – sending them back into the earth. When it rains, we get out umbrellas and play outside.

What do we do in the puddles that are left? We play in them of course! And when I see my son’s face, I forget for a moment about my loss, and I thank Mother Earth for all the gifts she gives.

My 2-yr old son Matthew finding joy in a mud puddle

My 2-yr old son Matthew finding joy in a mud puddle





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5 Responses to Mother Earth Eases My Grief

  1. suzjones says:

    I too am reading that book. It certainly sparks introspection and makes you ask why certain thing happen in life. I am pleased you have found some solace in the earth.

  2. My heart grew heavy as I read your post, and yet, like you I feel a deep connection to the earth and I am lifted as you describe how it lifts you. I spent my childhood in Maine and the joy I remember from those years was the joy of being outside and being connected to the beauty of nature that was then so rich and prevalent. Our family went camping one week a year for our vacation – dog, five kids and Granddad – all in a tent or two. My mother always said it was a vacation just to get away and outdoors, but there was much work to be done by both parents. We camped along the coast, picked wild blueberries, swam in the ocean that required embracing the numbness of the cold water to enjoy. Like you I feel the flow of nature through my life and look to its energy in the time of need. It heals us. It will continue to heal us. Thank for this reminder. My heart is with you in your journey.

    • Greet Grief says:

      Dorothy – when I heard of your childhood adventures and thought about my own vivid memories of the joy I felt as a child gathering blueberries and swimming, etc. I thought about the gift that our parents gave both of us. Exposing us to the wonders of nature and taking us out of our comfort zones to experience something new! So glad that you too have Mother Earth to go to for healing – we are blessed! Thank you for story and your heart!

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