Alone in a maze of fear and confusion, face etched with worry and uncertainty as the mind grapples with facing reality within the conscious recognition that something is growing with a different rhythm within. The heart, overwhelmed, dully aches, for the land far from the threshold it now explores. Tears won’t come, but silently they cascade down an invisible waterfall into the Inner Lake. Joy seems like a distant stranger, as the colour from the world is bled, all faded to grey. Physically, so removed from home as numbness quietly spreads, the geography feels alien as you inhabit a world that you no longer recognise.
Words fail, as nothing can account for the multiple realities that have come together all at once. Sympathy only encourages the Lake to boil and compassion only feels like pity. And the look in the eyes of others, making this reality all the more solid and unavoidable…
We’ve all been there. All you can truly do is be there for another, as they come to terms with facing serious illness. Words may feel meaningless, trivial and painful, but the timbre in your voice speaks more than anything. Your presence, the kindness in your eyes, the space that you hold and the acceptance of who they are and what choices they will make, is all that is needed.
Time will come for words. But in the moment, words are unnecessary. You are.
Reflections on Mercury square Neptune as the mind embraces the challenges of presence, as opposed to rationalising.
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