Acceptance: Barefoot Through Brambles

In one of the most daunting challenges I’ve ever faced, accepting my loss, there were moments when I’d awaken in the morning, expecting to find the world as it once was. But as the hazy edges of dreams receded, the stark contours of my altered reality seeped in. I had to grapple with the undeniable truth that things had irreversibly changed. Swallowing this bitter pill was heart-wrenching – there was no turning back, no magic wand to restore what was lost. This profound change had cast a long shadow over my life, a constant reminder of a deviated path, leaving me wandering in unfamiliar territory.

In the depth of that realization, I found myself tangled in the thorny brambles of denial, bargaining, despair, and regret. I replayed moments over and over, like a helpless moth drawn to the flame of ‘what if’. The relentless surge of change was an ever-present force. Each day felt like a battle, a fight against the current of change, a struggle to accept the new normal, to reconcile with the unfamiliar landscape of my life.

Finding myself in the thick of denial, I felt like I was chatting with my own echo in an empty room. The constant sound of ‘why’ ricocheted off the walls of my thoughts. It was as if I were a traveler with a map of a place that no longer existed, fumbling to find my footing on unfamiliar terrain. That ‘why’ was a backpack filled with bricks, and I felt like I had no choice but to carry it.

Then came the bargaining… It was a bit like trying to haggle at a market stall where the seller is utterly unmoved. I found myself trying to trade the peaceful present for a few moments of the past. The irony is that life is the strictest of shopkeepers. It wouldn’t let me swap today’s calm for yesterday’s storm.

And boy, the despair… Despair felt like standing at the edge of a cliff with a blindfold on. I couldn’t see the bottom, but I knew it was there. My heart felt hollow, with every beat echoing into its emptiness. It’s like standing in a fierce wind, exposed, all alone, with nothing but your loss swirling around you like fallen leaves. That’s how I felt…

As for all those cherished moments, they kept playing like old home movies. Sweet moments of laughter and love were now silent films that only I could see. And regret… that sneaky thing; it started knitting a scarf of ‘what could have been,’ every knot a painful reminder of a different ending that never happened.

I want to tell you that every day felt like a tug of war with change. Waking up was like stepping into the boxing ring, and each night was just catching a breath before the next round. This new ‘normal’ was like learning a new dance, one where I had to move to the rhythm of resilience.

But you know, in all of this, I figured that accepting what had happened wasn’t some finish line I had to cross. It was more like taking a long walk on a winding path. Each step was a quiet chat with my inner self, and every breath felt like a handshake agreement with acceptance. And you know, I walked this path not because I was brave, but because I didn’t have any other road to take. This path I tread not out of courage, but necessity – the only way forward.

Once I started embracing this reality, something shifted within me. I noticed the morning sun rays dancing on my skin, the symphony of birds chirping outside my window, the comforting warmth of a cup of tea. I realized my life had indeed changed, but my capacity for love and happiness was still there, untouched, perhaps even expanded by the depth of my grief.

That’s when I understood that it was okay to grieve and, at the same time, find joy in the little things life had to offer. It was okay to miss what was while appreciating what is. It was okay to cry for the past and smile for the present. Grief didn’t have to be an all-consuming darkness; it could coexist with the light. And so, even amidst the echoes of my loss, I found pockets of happiness hidden in everyday moments, waiting to be discovered.

the quiet nest of acceptance

Where Sorrow Slept

In the depths where sorrow slept,
an unspoken promise
was quietly kept.
Tucked between what was and will be,
a morsel of acceptance,
started to unfold to me…
There was no finish line to cross,
no victory to declare, 
no coin to toss.
Instead, a quiet walk, 
no end in sight,
through twilight whispers of the night.
Acceptance wasn’t a grand reveal,
but a gentle unfolding, 
a slow unseal.
A handshake with reality, 
a step in stride,
no place to rush, 
no need to hide…
The morning sunrays danced again 
on a heart 
that knew both 
joy and pain.
Birdsongs wove a new day’s tale,
with acceptance 
blowing in the gale.
In the chambers of loss, 
I learned to see life’s balance, 
the bittersweet key,
to miss what was, 
yet cherish what’s here,
to live and love despite the fear.
In the raw touch of grief, 
acceptance found its grit, 
a new texture, 
a profound knit.
And here I am, 
my heart laid bare 
with acceptance 
woven into the air.

(2022, © Julia Delaney)


Out in the Open

Heart, in the quietest cradle, 
heartbeats speak,
weaving tales of sorrow where hope seeks a peak.
A mirror – shattered, 
shards reflecting stories,
each shard – a fragment of Self, 
released out in the open… 
Starlight lost within the hollows of throbbing voids;
Yet Love, even in the deepest darkness, is never destroyed.
Behind the cascading curtain of tears, a soft smile peeks,
in the raw theater of grief, 
Courage finds its voice and speaks…
Seasons, each carrying its distinctive art,
the tempest of fierce rage, 
the quiet lake of calm,
a heart in transition, for its sake, finding its own pace.

(2019, © Julia Delaney)


A Quiet Unfolding
Beneath the heavy cloak of silent tears, 
I found my heart against a towering wall, 
change, uninvited, barged in with no fears, 
thrusting me into realities with no appeal.
Questions stormed the fortress of my mind;
oh, they were elusive to find;
Bargaining, denial, despair took their turns,
each leaving behind scars 
that burn.
In the moment between twilight’s hum, 
a subtle current of acceptance begun,
not with a shout or a roar, 
but a quiet flow along the shore of my core.
It wasn’t a battle suddenly won, 
no triumphant end to a mournful run, 
rather a subtle shift, 
a softening stance, 
a tender surrender 
to the rhythm of the dance.
In the light of the moon, 
in the warmth of the sun, 
I began to see the two could become one, 
the sorrow that had cleaved my heart, 
was making way 
for a new start…
the shadows began to lift, 
and with it came 
an unexpected gift, 
an understanding that 
in loss and gain, 
joy and sorrow are but two sides of the same.
My heart still held echoes 
of what had been, 
yet, in the silence  
a melody unseen played the notes 
of a song brand new, 
sung with the words:
‘It’s okay, I accept you.’
I found the strength to hold both 
joy and pain, 
to dance in the sun 
and walk in the rain, 
with each new day 
acceptance grew, 
a gentle friend, 
steady and true.
It wove itself 
into the fabric of my being, 
a quiet power, ever freeing, 
acceptance, not as an end, 
but a beginning, 
a chord in life’s symphony, 
continually singing.

(2020, © Julia Delaney)

the quiet nest of acceptance

Be Alive 🌱
Love ❤️, Julia

Healing through Loss


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