Often asked, the question of “Does death at your door turn your life around?” makes for a lively discussion. It is a soul-searching question, one that I, myself, have given time, energy and thoughtfulness to in my lifetime. In yesterday’s post I introduced you to the trailer for the movie by Tim Wilson called Griefwalker. Today I invite you to watch the movie and to discuss it here with us.
For me, there were so many takeaways in the movie that I jotted them down randomly in the fervent hope of remembering them. I know that I will need to revisit the movie again to allow the understandings to seep into my bones a little deeper. In the meantime, should you feel inclined, the movie is 1:10 long and can be found on Amazon prime for free if you have a membership.
I do not wish to color your views so I will leave my thoughts of the movie until tomorrow. But I leave you with Heather’s words which I think are perfect:
“Stick with it…it’s hard and painful and challenging…and strangely insightful and moving and makes you question how much we actually ‘see.’ I think he has a deep knowledge and he made me feel at times angry…triggers that I have to face, but mostly he brought great pondering and peace.”
I am moved beyond words. I’ve had to let the experience settle into my bones and stay awhile. I can’t remember the last time I was so changed by someone. Words fail me and yet I yearn to speak, to share and to mesh with you. But I don’t know if you are up for the experience. I am changed. I cannot go back and unlearn what has entered and tethered my soul, my brain and my very cells. It is as if my heart, my soul have cracked wide open. With the raindrops trickling outside, I hear the peace within my soul beckon to me. Peace which has long-since been avoiding me, now settles into my solar plexus. A wide open space of lovingness, of deep breaths which seem to be a necessity as I write to you.
Reacting so strongly to something so simple yet complex is nothing new for me, except that what I experience now is beyond my words. I am grasping for what to say to you, for how to inexplicably explain what I’m feeling so that you understand. I ache to reach out to hold your hand and to simply be with this new-found understanding.
I was given a gift by Heather and it is to her whom I give my gratitude. An innocuous text came to my phone, a recommendation for an amazing film that I should watch. So I did.