This too will pass

As Samhain, Calan Gaeaf, Halloween or whatever you know it by approaches.

I always feel a little doleful.

I have had a thoughtful few weeks as I prepare to slow down for winter.

This time of the year always brings to my mind, those that are no longer here with me.

And as I get older, they become too many to mention.

I know some of you will remember the stories of an elderly couple I used to care for.

I was blessed to have had them in my life, for over 20 years. Their names, George and Rita. Mr and Mrs Whitaker. And they will always be remembered with love and a deep gratitude.

They were like family to me, wise elders, I trusted them and they always made me feel loved and valued. Gifts, that were far and few between back then.

Whenever I was sad or challenged by whatever life seemed to be throwing at me at the time.

Rita listened, without judgement, she heard and witnessed me, from her kind and wise heart and said “This too will pass, Dear”. With a knowing look in her eyes.

I can see her smile, feel the touch of her hand, remember, the truth and strength in her wisdom.

This week marks the 10th anniversary of Rita’s death. 10 years that seemed to have flown by.

I miss her.

Yet her kind heart and wise words, live within me.

Shining like a light at the end of a tunnel. Although, that tunnel……… that light……… is inside my heart.

Her memory, her energy, gently tucked inside, stoking that fire, that light of love.

Reminding me, that everything will pass.

Reminding me of nature’s way.

Constant energy in motion.

I am reflective and grateful for those souls in my life, thankful for an abundant summer.

For everything I have experienced, for the challenges, for the many blessings and the privilege of a warm bed and a cup of tea, sitting in the darkness of this early Autumn morning.

Listening to the rain on my window.

I find myself in stillness, noticing my emotions, my thoughts. Observing their energy, their motion, flowing, shifting, spiraling through me like sound of the winds and the rain.

I observe with no Judgement.

A beautiful image drifts into my mind, of Rita, holding a tiny pink cyclamen to her lips, to feel its strength and softness. . She was almost blind and deaf at this time. So, she relied on her other senses to evoke a picture. She is smiling.

I hear

Nothing stays the same.

Nothing is permanent.

Even when I have found myself on my knees, heart aching, lost in the in-between, I remember.....

“This too shall pass”

The wheel will turn,

The seasons will change.

The circle of life will continue.

And I, like them, are not permanent, nor stuck with my thoughts or emotions, I am constantly becoming.

Whatever that may be.

As Alice in Wonderland once whispered, “I can’t go back to yesterday, I was a different person then.”

And neither, can you or I. For every breath, every tear, every spark of joy changes us, in that moment.

Feel it, recognize it, honour it, then if it does not serve you, gently let it go.

Encourage it to pass. And place the joy and gratitude safely in a pocket of your heart.

If these words have spoken to your heart today, here are a few ideas that may help you navigate any heavy emotions around grief or sorrow.

Close your eyes, breathe deeply, and ask yourself,

“What energy is ready to move through me today?”

Notice where in your body this shows up.

How is it showing up?

Allow yourself to feel. Be kind and gentle.

Allow the motion, move you.

Then imagine the energy flowing away in a metaphorical river of release.

Or maybe take a walk outside, somewhere amongst the trees, and bear witness to how their fingers, gently release their leaves.

Let Mamma nature show you, that everything changes.

Tell yourself, “this too will pass”.

Work with Cyclamen flower essence, to encourage, strength, resilience, and allow sacred sorrow, to gently flow and dissipate feelings of grief.

You can find more about my cyclamen essence made from the cyclamen plants given to me by Rita, that now live here in my garden.

www.magicalmusemedicineweaver.co.uk

Snow drop and Cyclamen Plant Essence | Magical Muse Medicine Weaver

Cyclamen Flower EssenceFor Softness, Strength & Sacred Sorrow Cyclamen is a beautifully feminine flower—delicate yet quietly powerful. She is intimately connected to the Divine Feminine in all her forms, offering a sense of calm and clarity when the mind feels clouded by grief or overwhelm. This particular essence is lovingly crafted from a plant that grows in the garden of an elderly couple, George and Rita. I used to bring a blossom to Rita as her eyesight began to fade. To this day, when the Cyclamen bloom, I think of her—of tenderness, resilience, and enduring love. Cyclamen invites you to soften into your sorrow, to gently release old emotional patterns, and to restore a sense of harmony within. She is especially supportive for women moving through grief, bereavement, or deep emotional transition. A balm for the heart, she fosters compassion for self and others.🌿 Ritual Take a quiet moment for yourself. Place 3–4 drops of the essence under your tongue or in water, 3–4 times daily—or as intuitively guided. Breathe deeply. Let Cyclamen wrap you in gentle strength. 🌸 Affirmation “I allow love to guide me through sorrow. I am held, I am healing, I am whole.”