Healing Basketflowers

“We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures.”

Thornton Wilder

The year my Azrael passed away was the last time my basketflowers bloomed in my garden. Four years ago.

Yes, in nature everything has a season and a timeline. I know that all too well after my years as a wildlife biologist.

To watch them grow this year is like missing her all over again. Not depressed missing, just the ache of her not being here. Yet, I have smiled at every inch they have grown this year because they returned from their long slumber.

I was depressed for over a year after Azrael’s passing. Despondent to the point that when asked about my depression no one could handle it or was completely taken aback that I would be so depressed over the loss of a dog. So I gave up. Put on a brave face and smiled half-heartedly saying nothing was wrong.

Azrael was my angel on earth. She was always by my side having my six. She made me a better person.

These basketflowers reblooming is the act of faith that it takes time to heal. Processing grief is our own path with no timeline.

They were always there. Waiting as springs came and went. Saying this year they have healed. Giving me hope with a silent push of now it’s your turn to bloom.

Am I ready? I doubt myself as I alway do. But at least I have another little angel by my side and the sweetest German shepherd ever.

As the basketflowers continue their cycle of blooming and death, I will try to find my strength to bloom again.

If you are grieving over a loss, do not let the world dictate your timeline of grief. Accept it for what it is, a period of healing no matter how long it takes.

Best to you all. 💕💕