The Mindful Farmers Daily Diary Day 500

Good morning everyone and welcome once more to Ballinwillin House Farm, gardens and RetrEat centre. This morning as I was reading over some tributes to my late Mom by my daughter Elayne, I realised I am still grieving her loss nearly 12 years later. I suppose we are all pulled by the rope of grief and I wonder will the well of tears ever reduce to the last drop? Gradually we learn to deal with this invisible yet piercing pain. Will the work of grief ever be done? Will the weeping wounds fully heal? And yet I feel her presence with me in the gardens and on the farm all the time but then suddenly, just as it did today with no warning, I was again ambushed by grief. I feel sorrow will always remain faithful to itself. So this morning I am going to pray for all those who are grieving, that together we enter the hearts and souls of all the departed who are near and dear to us and become one with them and unity of our understanding of absence.

The Mindful Farmer

Patrick