The sun set, but set not his hope:
Stars rose; his faith was earlier up:
Fixed on the enormous galaxy,
Deeper and older seemed his eye;
And matched his sufferance sublime
The taciturnity of time.
He spoke, and words more soft than rain
Brought the Age of Gold again:
His action won such reverence sweet
As hid all measure of the feat.
Welcome to “Journey from Grief to Healing” with Dr. Ray Calabrese. Episode 93 presents a heartwarming comparison to grieving and resilience, inspired by a fig tree named Figgy.
In this touching episode, Dr. Ray draws parallels between the resilience his fig tree, Figgy, showed after surviving adverse weather conditions and the resilience humans show in the face of grief. After Figgy lost all of her branches in a hundred-year storm, she was left with a single limb, mirroring the feeling of losing your support system after the death of a loved one. Just like Figgy, individuals grieving also hold on to their life, though it may seem desolate and void.
Closely observing Figgy’s growth, Dr. Ray patiently waited and cheered for her comeback. Despite fearing the worst, Figgy surprised him with fresh green sprouts, symbolizing hope and survival. Figgy’s resilience is likened to the bounce-back effect needed by those grieving; it doesn’t remove the pain but instills strength to continue living despite the loss.
Sprouting beautifully and producing figs again, Figgy became a testament to the power of resilience. Drawing parallels to the scars left by life’s hardships, Dr. Ray talks about how damage often leaves one stronger, better equipped for the future, and illustrates the human ability to bounce back, much like Figgy. He stresses the importance of being patient and trusting the journey through grief, resiliently moving forward just as Figgy did.
Offering an uplifting perspective on resilience and overcoming adversity, this episode is a must-listen. It’s an inspiring message of hope and strength, meant to offer solace and courage to those grappling with grief.
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Our task must be to free ourselves by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty. ~ Albert Einstein
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close behind me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lonely worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air;
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
Flower among flowers,
soft bud swooning,
that the wind moves
to a gentle crooning.
Wind of heaven,
wind of love,
you who gladden
all you espy;
you who smile
and will not sigh,
candour and fragrance
from above;
you who perhaps
came down to earth
to bring the lonely
solace and mirth,
and to be a joy
for the heart to capture.
They say that into
your dawn you bear
the immaculate soul
a prisoner
— bound with the ties of
passion and rapture?
They say you spread
good everywhere
like the Spring
which fills the air
with joy and flowers
in Apriltime.
They say you brighten
the soul that mourns
when dark clouds gather,
and that without thorns
blossom the roses
in your clime.
If then, like a fairy,
you enhance
the joy of those
on whom you glance
with the magic charm
God gave to you;
oh, spare me an hour
of your cheer,
a single day
of your career,
that the breast may savor
the bliss it knew.
I am a kind word uttered and repeated
By the voice of Nature;
I am a star fallen from the
Blue tent upon the green carpet.
I am the daughter of the elements
With whom Winter conceived;
To whom Spring gave birth; I was
Reared in the lap of Summer and I
Slept in the bed of Autumn.
At dawn I unite with the breeze
To announce the coming of light;
At eventide I join the birds
In bidding the light farewell.
The plains are decorated with
My beautiful colors, and the air
Is scented with my fragrance.
As I embrace Slumber the eyes of
Night watch over me, and as I
Awaken I stare at the sun, which is
The only eye of the day.
I drink dew for wine, and hearken to
The voices of the birds, and dance
To the rhythmic swaying of the grass.
I am the lover’s gift; I am the wedding wreath;
I am the memory of a moment of happiness;
I am the last gift of the living to the dead;
I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow.
But I look up high to see only the light,
And never look down to see my shadow.
This is wisdom which man must learn.
Never say there is nothing beautiful in the world anymore. There is always something to make you wonder in the shape of a tree, the trembling of a leaf. ~ Albert Schweitzer
NOTE: Early this morning I was looking out my bedroom window toward my backyard. I have two crepe myrtle trees in the yard. When they are in bloom one will be a beautiful pink and the other a brilliant red. Their leave are now appearing. It’s a slow process, but its worth the wait. I looked at the trees and marveled at them. I thought, life wins again,. the leaves are back. The wildflowers are back. A young couple a two house away have a new baby girl. Life wins again and again. When I look at life winning again and again, it gives me hope in our troubled world that life will win again.
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal.
Under my feet the moon
Glides along the river.
Near midnight, a gusty lantern
Shines in the heart of night.
Along the sandbars flocks
Of white egrets roost,
Each one clenched like a fist.
In the wake of my barge
The fish leap, cut the water,
And dive and splash.
