Patti Griffith’s “It Don’t’ Come Easy” never fails to bring tears to my eye. It’s like this song is the perfect bait for buried grief and longing. One night, I was listening to this song as I got ready for bed, tears streaming down my face.
My whole life was in turmoil, waves crashing all around me. I had lost my partner, left my house, my family, my community, my job. My stuff was in storage and I was living in a room I rented from some good friends. Now Keesha, my Siberian Husky and best friend was dying.
As Keesha neared the end of her life, she refused to be inside and lived in a tent in the backyard, returning to her wild roots. I slept in the tent with her just like we’d done on so many cross country camping trips. As the November Minnesota nights grew frigid, I’d crawl inside the tent clad in flannel pajamas and long underwear, pull my wool hat over my ears, wiggle into my down sleeping bag and stroke her fur.
When she died, I wanted to cross that rainbow bridge with her.
But I’ve learned that if you take the path through the pain, not fight it or try to rush it, it does get better. And it did get better. I used every single tool and skill I’ve ever learned to forgive, heal and keep going from that life storm.
So I let the tears wash over me and through me. Dove deeply into the waves because that is the best and cleanest way to get past the breaking surf of grief and into calm waters. To feel it fully and let it go.
We all get tossed into the churning waters of life. May these words and Patti Griffith’s song make it a little easier to dive under the waves until your storm passes.