Reading The Secret Life of Pronouns: What Our Words Say About Us by James Pennebaker. Very interesting, but what caught my eye was his account of how major traumas like earthquakes, 9/11 or the Mount St. Helen’s volcano drew communities closer together and brought out the best in them.
Survivors of the Mount St. Helen’s volcano, although they lost a lot, apparently reported being glad it had happened in their life times. When a bonfire collapsed at the University of Texas, the resulting deaths of 12 students led to a closer community that year and better overall students’ health.
Very much mirrors my feelings when my mother died: that I had gained something precious through it.
Somehow that makes sense of my feeling that in spite of my pain etc. I am enriched and blessed. Perhaps because repeatedly dealing with it, and all the feelings and often despair, has the same effect, making one aware of what is precious. Surely, in some strange way, I am blessed to have this constant reminder of what really matters. Hold onto this in the next down moment!