Parting is such a sweet sorrow

There is a point at which a relationship is finally done, and accepted as done, which kindles a deeper, unconditional love. Sometimes that love is understated with the word fondness, but it is a perspective from which the essence of that relationship can truly be appreciated. It allows the connection to be viewed objectively, beyond the personalities of the protagonists. This can be any realtionship, even adversaries. 

Anybody who heard Mohammed Ali speak about Joe Frasier after their epic contests will get a sense of that appreciation, an appreciation seldom suggested at the time. As lovers finally part there is often a moment of real connection which transcends the personality differences that make that relationship unworkable. As a parent I feel a similar moment in progress with my Son as he is moving into the world. Our relationship is not over but never to be the same. We both feel it and grieve it lightly, whilst seeing the perfection in the transition. 

It feels to me that there is a similar moment taking place for many as the shift in consciousness accelerates. There is a growing awareness that all we have known is somehow changing or about to change. Our deeper knowing welcomes this, at times with an excitement or even relief, but a part of us is quietly grieving the passage of a time which has seen us grow into this moment. Like my son's passage into manhood it is a cause both for celebration of the new and appreciation of the old.

There is a great deal of hostility expressed by many at the state of the world, and I have been as guilty as anyone of this, but as the experiential reality of the new paradigm emerges a new appreciation for what has made that possible is starting to call for my attention. Perhaps its true that its only when something has gone you can really appreciate it. And so the oxymoron:

Parting is such sweet sorrow,

With love

Bill