When the Acheron Runs Deep – Journey’s End and the New Voyage onto the Ocean and Beyond.

It is no glib cliché to say life is like a journey. Likewise, feelings, emotions and experiences are also a journey; they have a beginning, a middle, and an end. They can also be likened to a River. It begins at the source – a high mountain or hill, perhaps, new, fresh and full of hope and optimism. Along the way, they collect rocks and stones, silt and debris. They also spawn life and sometimes destroy life too. Emotions ebb and flow like Rivers. They can be intense, overflowing and destructive, or slow, gentle and meandering. They carry forth ideas and notions of how things should be, ever travelling towards that goal of what one wants life to become. The River can flow smoothly or become congested and clogged up. And so can our emotions.


 The River is a living thing; it must be allowed to flow freely and breathe otherwise it will stagnate and die. And so it is with our emotions. We must let them move freely and express them lest we become like the River – blocked and stagnant. Inside we begin to decay and all life therein perishes. The silver fishes of our hopes, dreams and aspirations perish if they are not allowed to breathe. And so, should our River cease to flow, then so do we and we must ask ourselves why.

It may be because we have built a dam across it; a dam that may be the inability or an unwillingness, to express how we feel. It may be that our feelings have no place, no outlet and so they are turned inward only for them to turn to pain, resentment and anger. It may be we simply do not know what to do without ourselves anymore having tried everything we thought humanly possible and that it is time to just turn the valve and let the water through. Either way, the water must flow otherwise it can and will drown us.


The River gives life but also takes it away and it teaches us that it is okay to keep moving, even if it is only slowly, for your final destination is at hand. All Rivers must end their journeys at the Ocean and it is here all their debris, flotsam and jetsam are let go and they become one with the Source.

Rivers change on their journeys. In the beginning they are clean and fresh and new. By the end, they are burdened and weary. As they reach the Ocean, they let go. And that is okay. It is okay to wake one morning and realise you do not feel the same as you did yesterday. It is okay to release yourself of the old logs and rocks and stones you have accumulated on your journey, for you have finally reached the Ocean and a new horizon awaits.

Let not guilt and obligation bind you to people and situations if your journey is at an end. If you have experienced hardship and pain, it is okay to move on and melt into the Ocean and start again for some people come into our lives simply to teach us that it is okay to let go no matter how painful that lesson is. But it is a valuable lesson nonetheless.


To love deeply and let go is one of the most difficult things one can do, whether it is by choice or by circumstance. But there are times when our journey has been long and hard and we have let our Rivers become poisoned with grief and sadness, leaving no room for life to grow. But during the River’s time, many small things have came and went unnoticed. And sometimes it is okay to let love die if it has no purpose, nor a home to go to anymore. To wake up and no longer feel love in your heart as you once did is not a reflection of your character; it is simply a reflection of that love being confined to a pool that is slowly drying up. There is no need to save it if there is no reason for it to be saved. Let it go. Holding on to it only hurts the soul in the long run.

The Acheron runs deep for some, and it runs long and very slowly. But like all Rivers, it will reach the Ocean, the wide, unending, sun-kissed Ocean under a cloudless cerulean sky, where your sorrow and burdens will melt away like they never were. All River journeys must end here, at the Ocean, where hope and optimism spring anew.

Always remember you are part of something bigger than yourself, a part of the Whole, the All. As one journey ends, another begins.

Always keep moving.

Your Friend On the Sands of Time

Imeldra Moonpaw

Grief – The Great Destroyer

Grief is the love with nowhere to go. It is the Wandering Child without a home, shambling in rags door to door with the empty begging bowl of a harrowed heart.

Grief is the snake eating its own tail; hours turn to days turn to months turn to years until, at last, you are right back at the beginning. The circle begins again. Another year. Another day to remember. Another landmark in the nowhere-place grief leaves you, a dread monolith testament to your loss forever standing.

Grief is the place where time stands still. Here, in the space between living and non-living, there is only ambiguity, helplessness and doubt. It is the half-life grief gifts you. The endless gift that keeps on giving. Happy Birthday. Merry Christmas. With Regards.

Grief is the lightning that tears the oak asunder down to its very roots, and wears down the mountain slowly from within until it crumbles without. Grief is the sigh in the hurricane, and the words left unspoken that melt into the wind until there are none left to say. Only the impassioned breath of the mournful soul lost without that which meant so much to it carried up to the light in a bright cascade, like a waterfall of butterflies on a warm summer breeze. Words have no meaning here; only the heartfelt cry of the soul reaching out in vain for the other. An unending breath that carries both love and pain on its broken wings.

Grief is the bitter tide – flowing outward with gushing sorrow one moment and ebbing with weariness and regret the next. In and out, day in, day out, pulled by the moon that tugs restlessly on the heart like an errant child when small reminders come and go. Names. Dates. Places. Things. A mindless set of numbers and words that mean nothing to the world, but mean a world of small, stinging recollections to you. For it is always the small things that mattered.

Grief is the fathomless ocean and the fear of not knowing how far down it goes. What monsters lurk there; what terrible leviathans have spawned in the darkness while one was weeping?

Grief is the serpent that embraces you, strangles you, suffocates. Grief is the gentle lover that caresses your heavy heart and beckons you fall, to lie down, to give in. To surrender  so you feel no more, to give up the ache that is the amputated limb of one lost, the piece of the heart fallen away from view at the moment of separation. For that piece shall never grow back no matter how one wishes it. It is true they do take a piece with you when they go.

Grief is the story half-told. It is like a candle without the light, like the day without a night. Winter without snow. Summer without flowers. It is empty pages, what is incomplete and a tale untold. Grief is the loss of the story that could have been.


Grief is the destroyer and taker of things for one loses all sense of self when one is within its grasp – hope, joy, humour, imagination, passion, the sense of beauty in all things. Grief is grey and lifeless. Grief is black and white.

Grief is a mindless, rampaging bull with all the raw fury of Hell. Grief is a silent, fading flower in an unlit garden corner, unseen and unacknowledged. It is the closing of the day and the drawing in of the night only there are no stars in the sky to guide you tonight. Not today. Not tomorrow.

Grief is ice and fire. Up and down. Inertia and the damnable cacophony of thoughts, emotions and feelings like a mad, out-of-control calliope. It is the carousel of cares that one cannot alight from. It is the clown that makes you laugh and cry. Nothing makes sense here in this upside-down world.

Grief is being what you vowed you would never be and despising what you have become. Grief is a Picture of Dorian Gray. Your smiling face masks the mournful and embittered heart beneath. You fade out, imbued with the sickness of anguish, loss and love combined. It is an unholy thing. A dark thing. And yet it is hidden so well from those who we wish to protect from its devilish influence. A shameful thing. One does not wish others to see the wounds it has inflicted upon us lest they recoil in horror or fright from their ugliness. We are the hunchbacks of our own Notre Dame.

Grief consumes life as a black hole consumes stars, planets and all possible life therein. It eats away at everything good and joyful in life. The hunger is ceaseless and cannot be sated. It eats and eats until there is nought left but bones. Grief is ravenous yet leaves us starving.

Grief is the sickness of the heart and soul. For there is no cure for grief as it is borne of permanent separation. Grief is the longing for what is no longer there and to be satisfied with that which resides in our memory. To reach in is not enough and so we turn outwards only to remember once more what has been lost. And so we turn in again to find a phantom of what was, or what could have been. The dance goes on and finding no comfort or solace in either.

Grief is grasping at air and dreams only for those dreams to turn to dust in your hands long after they have died. And when dreams are dust, our hopes, and our will to wander in this earthbound, nowhere-place of the cruel dichotomy of love and pain, soon follow.

Grief is the Great Destroyer and yet grief is the greatest expression of love for if we do not feel the pain of one lost, we never truly loved them to begin with. It is an emotion of truth for we cannot hide our grief when it descends so readily upon us. We cannot escape it. We can only learn to live with it like an unwelcome guest. It cannot be cured or eliminated for, if we eliminate the pain of loss, even to some small degree, we eliminate our ability to love truly and genuinely.

We may learn to accept things as they are and the pain may lessen in time, but it is still there, forever taken root in our souls. We may never love again for such genuine, deep-seated feelings for those closest to us creates such a behemoth of grief inside us when they are no longer here, there is simply no room for another. For some, it feels like a betrayal when others suggest the void left by one lost can be filled with another. Love transcends separation and loss. Others may find space in their hearts to love once again. For others, the one lost is simply irreplaceable. 

Yours Under the Boughs of Yew and Elder

Imeldra Moonpaw.

Grief and Loss – Holding Space In Your Heart For Those Who Have Left Us And Why It Is Okay To Move On

It is never easy when anniversaries come around. Or birthdays. Or Mother’s/Father’s Day. These days, we feel, can only serve as painful reminders of the things and the people we have lost; the good times or the futures stolen from us. Birthdays especially, for once they were happy times, now reduced to remembering that there will be no more celebrations, only  memories of what once was, and, for the one who is lost, to never grow a day older from the moment they passed beyond the Veil. For they, once gone, shall never grow old and never more suffer the maladies and ravages of time and old age any longer. For them, time has stopped. For us, the ones left behind, the steady march of time beats on like a melancholic heartbeat in the darkness.

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Grief is a paradox. It both leaves you with a feeling of emptiness and filled with so many things – anger, despair, denial, resentment. It can veer from one extreme to the other. It can be confusing and numbing at the same time. Not knowing how to deal with it, who to turn to, where to go, what to say. There are many suggestions about how to deal with grief and loss, not necessarily with death, but also other kinds of loss which can leave one with a feeling of “….maybe I should be feeling like this at this stage, or that stage. Maybe I should be over it by now. Do I have to go through the stages of grief in a particular order…?”

The answer to this is no. We think of grief as something that has to be controlled, managed and harnessed. Yes, to some degree we must manage our pain, but what many do not understand is that grief and all the feelings of loss are all part of the human experience and so MUST be treated as such, and not crafted into some form that fits neatly into a category or list. Grief simply does not work that way. We go through life never knowing grief and then suddenly we do. There is a life before and a life after grief. It becomes part of our make-up, our being. It becomes integrated into ourselves so that reality itself turns inside out so that there are now two worlds – the reality before the experience, and the one after. Things can never be the same again. At this time, and for some time after, we must learn to integrate this new feeling into out psyche and make it part of us. It will never leave us and it is for that reason we must learn to nurture it and find a place for it within ourselves.

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It will always resurface and that is why we need to befriend it. Understand it. Learn that we feel grief because it is the highest expression of love. We grieve deeply because we have loved deeply. Even if we have had fractious or broken relationships with those we loved, it does not matter. Love is as complicated as grief and to try and pick it apart and make sense of it is a fruitless and demoralising task. Grief, like love, is what it is. There are things we are not meant to understand and the feelings and expressions of the heart, like love, grief, compassion and mercy are some of those things. We cannot explain them even though we try our best to. But they are sometimes way beyond our understanding.

Grief, like love, can be expressed by the heart in a thousand silent ways.

Grief can also be subject to social norms. A female may be frowned upon for seeking out love after the loss of her mate soon after his passing. Why is this? Is there a time limit on grief? I think not. We must get past this notion of time when it is relation to others’ feelings and emotions, and pre-conceived ideas of what it means to grieve. Some may grieve for a short time and process the loss quickly. Some may grieve the loss of their loved one for the rest of their earthly days. We cannot know the hearts of others. It is impossible, and wrong, to judge others on how and when they process their grief and loss. We must set our own houses in order first before turning our attentions to the dwellings of others.

And so, what happens if you feel you can move on? What then? How do you feel? More to the point, how do OTHERS make you feel? Guilty? Pressured? Ashamed? Are they projecting their own morals, ideals and virtues onto you out of some feeling of lack or want within themselves? Ask yourself – how do YOU feel about it? Your loved one is in another reality. They are not here to advise you, or admonish your for your choices. They cannot direct your life now in any way, so be wary of those who say “Your mother/father would want this/that, be so disappointed if you….” That is emotional manipulation, control and entrapment. They are not here. You are. Be mindful of that. We only have a short time here. Use this time wisely.


In the end, it is perfectly acceptable to move on with life. There is no shame in that. You do not forget those who have gone before you as they will always be a part of you – they may have shaped your life in some way, made you the person you are for good or ill. In some small way, they will always be a part of you, a part of your being. Holding a space in your heart for them does not mean you forget them. You may not think of them every day and, the first day you forget to think of them you might feel guilty. This is natural. It is a natural process of letting go. But letting go does not mean forgetting. Holding a place in your heart means you NEVER forget, you just store that memory and love away like a treasured album full of pictures and stories to be picked up and examined at a time of your choosing. It is a conscious choice to remember, not a forced one out of guilt, duty, obligation or external pressure. And with that, the memories become sweeter, if they were good, or have less of an impact if they were not. Holding that space is neutral. And it is good for you in the long-term because it allows room for that process to run its course and settle where it is supposed to without the pressure of social norms or other people telling you what should and shouldn’t be. Let it rest in peace in your heart and soul.

My Most Healing Blessings At This Time

Your Friend Always

Imeldra Geraldine Moonpaw.

Clowder Historian.