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Writer's pictureValérie Albert

Mourning to Live

Death leads us to encounter this time of change in our lives, where nothing will be the same as before, upsetting a balance even in our ability to continue to LIVE while being bereaved.


Being with what death awakens from our humanity is an opportunity to honor LIFE, to abandon ourselves and reveal unsuspected resources in order to continue our path of life.


Transform

absence in presence,

abandonment in reconciliation,

loneliness in commitment.


(text inspired by my mother's mourning)


Mom, can you hear me?


Since the dawn of time I have sought the contours of your heart, your body, your soul.

I implored the sky, the moon, the stars and the wind to show me the way to your womb.


From wandering, to wandering, from collapse to collapse, I became me, I took the path towards you to incarnate myself, to live.


You welcomed me into your being .

I was not supposed to be born and yet between us we defied the doctors' advice and I was born.


You welcomed me into your heart when I arrived on earth

The first time I met you my heart was incarnated, awakened, awakened to the energy of love.

The first time you looked at me, the void appeared, time stopped, in this suspended space where everything is born, I met you.


You welcomed me into your gaze

On the way I saw the contours of your body and I started walking and reaching out my hands towards you.


You welcomed me into your arms

Since the dawn of time, I have gone through my fears, my doubts, my shadows, the relics of my nightmares during my nights and you were there.


You welcomed me into your attentive listening

I have crossed dark, cluttered neighborhoods all these years with only the desire to lighten up with each step to strip myself of the excess of my heart and my soul and to meet you beyond words beyond appearances.


Today the pain of your absence is great but my tears soothe my soul and they tell me that you are happy wherever you are.


In the silence of my words, I will meet you.

In the silence of my breath I will remember yours on my face.

In the silence of my beating heart, I will continue to LIVE you again and again.

In the silence of my soul, the void will give way to space to transform absence into presence.


On the way my tears clean my eyes so that the gaze focused on you is purified.

Mom, can you hear me?


I will accompany you in an individual session on the theme of mourning.








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