This excerpt video of Twinkle’s Anam Ċara & the Divine Echo sermon was delivered at Starr King UU Fellowship last year on October 6th, 2019 just two weeks after Twinkle’s son died tragically. The sentiment of this sermon is timeless and relevant to this moment when so many are experiencing deep grief.
“For some believe it is the hard times that make us stronger….I don’t believe that so much… I believe it is the good we are wrapped up in while facing hard times that help us carry our broken pieces: The love of our family, our friends, our community, these are what make us stronger, keep us whole when our hearts are shattered, keep us moving forward. This good is the beloved community we all seek to belong to.“
As we approach the close of one decade and open into the next, let us consider what it means to be called into covenant with one another, let us consider what our beloved communities are called to be for one another.
This year we did not create our ofrendas and other altars for the dead. Instead during this season that houses two important family traditions, Samhain and Día de los Muertos, we kept our altar space intact as it is everyday with family portraits and pictures of our lost family members posed in celebration with us while they were still alive. We did not single any nor all out for altars dedicated to our deceased loved ones. Not this year. We wanted to keep everyone together, if only in pictures and our memories. Our recent loss is too deep to do otherwise, and impossible to articulate beyond that. There was trick-or-treating on Halloween, and the children did beautiful Day of the Dead arts and crafts. (the skulls below done by Orion and friend). We told stories. We danced. And we rested.
They sat with me for hours in this spot. Sometimes talking. Much of the time just being still, gazing at Autumn’s tranquil beauty and listening to the sounds of the Lake.
For some this may look like healing.
I know with experienced certainty it is not.
This, this is the perpetual triage of raw grief.
Keep the body still.
Regulate the breath.
Quiet the mind.
Assess the wound.
Allow tears, laughter or lethargy to come.
Keep in check the anger.
When there is energy, do something useful, purposeful.
Ardently cradle the sorrow when it assails.
Thank you to everyone who has brought us meals, and sent us cards, and held me in your arms or with your spirit. Thank you for your prayers. Thank you for your love. You are a blessing to us, to me. Thank you.