🙏 A Gentle Hello: The Bridge Between the Two Worlds of Grief

Hello dear passerby to this blog. You might be walking through grief yourself,or perhaps you know someone quietly carrying its weight. Please reach out to them.We live from Sunrise to Sunset —yesterday no longer exists, and tomorrow is not born yet.

Sometimes all a soul needs is a simple whisper of “Hello.” A gentle check-in that travels farther than you could ever imagine.

Over the weekend, I had the blessing of visiting a family of radiant souls. Before I even began the drive, something stirred within my awareness —a quiet impression, like a soft knock on the heart.

It felt like the presence of a woman I had never met, a spirit wrapped in emotion, as though her heart was calling out through a veil of sadness. At first, I didn’t understand.Then, in a way that felt like gentle guidance, she showed me the people connected to her —and suddenly, everything aligned with a soft aha inside me.

I sensed a mother whispering, “my child…” I saw her standing before a gate, wanting to move forward, yet unable to cross. Not because of fear. Not because of hesitation. But because grief still held her close to the earthly world the grief of a bond so deep,so ancient, that even time could not loosen it.

Some souls travel together through more than one lifetime. They return as mother and child, then child and mother —yin and yang, circling one another through the great cycle of return. And when one leaves this world too early, part of that bond remains floating, searching, waiting for balance, waiting for healing, waiting for release. So how do we help?

By remembering that grief is not a single moment. It is a season. A tide. A storm… and then a soft rain. There is a time to mourn, and a time when mourning slowly transforms —not by force, but by patience and compassion for the heart that must move at its own rhythm.

We often misunderstand the silence of someone grieving. It may look like withdrawal or distance. But what we don’t see are the countless nights where tears fall in the dark, where love aches quietly, where memories carry more weight than words can hold. Grief can tear a family apart. Or it can soften the soil for roots to intertwine again. Both paths are real. Both paths are possible.

So, I ask you gently…

**Which path will you choose?

Let grief divide you, or let grief become the bridge that brings everyone home again? **

Ancient wisdom also whispers here.

The Aboriginal ancestors speak of two wolves living inside each of us: one made of anger, sorrow, and fear; the other made of peace, understanding, and love. Both wolves exist.Both hungers, but the one who grows is the one we choose to feed.

So, when grief rises like a storm… Will you feed the wolf of pain, letting it separate hearts?Or Will you feed the wolf of healing, letting it lead your family back into one another’s arms? Because grief does not choose the path. We do.

And the smallest beginning —the softest step —is a simple, heartfelt “Hello.”

May the healing breath of the universe reach you wherever you are. May comfort find the corners of your heart that still tremble. May the ancestral spirits walk beside you, guiding your steps with peace, with clarity, with the quiet wisdom of those who love you from beyond the horizon. May your grief soften. May your courage grow. And may your spirit remember that even the faintest whisper of connection can begin the journey home.