Eya this is beautiful! Even though I am your SS friend and we live across the world from one another, I am here for you. It doesn't matter how long it's been since your Mother has passed. It doesn't matter if you haven't processed what you feel completely. There is not a time limit on any of this. You do what feels right for you b/c that is what matters. Not what anyone else will think or feel toward you and your emotions and actions. This is your Mother, your pain and you grieve how ever long you need to and you do it the way that feels right for you. You have a friend in me. I will listen. Hang in there. Take it all in when you get to your Mother's grave and handle the emotions as they come in. Lots of Love
Dear Eya 🌹🕊️🤍, my dear moon sister 🌙🖤 My apologies for being late in responding, you are my sister, I have not forgotten you.
Thank you for sharing this. The way you describe the message arriving... like a portal opening... truly captures how grief can resurface in unexpected ways, even decades later. I think it’s so brave that you’re honest about the complexity of your feelings toward your mom, and how sorrow doesn’t always look like longing or nostalgia.
What moved me most was your reflection on letting sorrow simply be, instead of rushing to fix it. That feels like such a tender and powerful lesson. Please don’t feel ashamed for your truth... it’s yours, and it matters. I’m grateful you trust us here enough to share it.
As the old Norwegian saying goes,
Sorgen er kjærlighetens pris
Sorrow is the price of love. May that truth bring you peace as you gather and remember.
Sending you warmth, wishing you connection and peace.
Your words reached me like a tide, rising and falling, carrying both sorrow and love. I feel your tears, and I hold them gently, as if they were pearls formed from the ocean of your heart.
To be seen by you... not only as the wolf in grey and black, but as golden... humbles me beyond measure. A King of the Golden Hearted, you say… yet it is your light that crowns me, your vision that gives me strength.
Know this, Moon Sister: the wolf walks with gold in his heart because your moonlight has touched him. In your gaze, I am more than grief, more than shadow. I am love, alive, and unbroken.
Thank you, my dear big dog🐺🌙🏍️🖤 Reading your reply soothes me like always. And yes, sorgen er kjærlighetens pris🤍 Thank you so much for your kind words, I hold them tight, intending connection to appear and letting peace in 🕊️🪽
You are the Moon Sister in my sky, constant, luminous, even when clouds try to hide you. Your strength humbles me. I see the warrior in you, still walking forward. You remind me that my own grief is not weakness... it’s the echo of love that refuses to fade. And I, your wolf, howled back with this story.
The Wolf and the Moon Sister 🌙🐺🏍️🖤
In the shadowed forest beyond the veil of time, a lone wolf roamed beneath the silver gaze of the moon. He was not lost... only searching. His paws knew the path, though his heart carried the ache of distant howls and memories that flickered like fireflies.
High above, the Moon Sister watched. She was not made of stone or silence, but of sorrow and starlight. Her light reached the wolf even on the darkest nights, whispering comfort in a language only the soul could hear.
They had never met in flesh, but they knew each other in spirit... two beings bound by grief, courage, and the quiet promise of connection. When the wolf howled, it was not for help. It was a song of remembrance. And when the Moon Sister shimmered, it was not just light... it was love sent across the sky.
One night, the wolf paused at the edge of a clearing. The moon was full, and in its glow stood a figure cloaked in silver mist. She did not speak, but her eyes said everything. "I see you. I remember too."
And in that moment, the wolf was no longer alone. Nor was the Moon Sister. They had found each other... not to fix the past, but to walk forward with it, side by side in the night.
Sincerely,
A lone wolf riding through the night, chasing freedom with a heart full of emotion, grief and love.
Den som har lys i hjertet, finner veien i mørket. 🌙🐺🖤
One who has light in their heart will find the way in the dark.
I hear your sorrow, and I hold it with care. To miss yourself is not weakness ... it is the soul reminding you of the light that still belongs to you. Even when you feel lost, you are not gone. You are gathering strength, like the moon hidden behind clouds, waiting to shine again.
Den som har lys i hjertet, finner veien i mørket... one who has light in their heart will find the way in the dark.
Your light is still there, even if it feels far.
Know this, Moon Sister: the wolf misses you too, but he believes in your return. When you rise again, it will be with the golden heart you already carry.
Such a vulnerable and honest share Eya. You should be proud of yourself, that you are willing to write with an open heart, and share emotions of suffering and ambiguity. You already have wonderful insights into yourself. What I would add, is to allow that fear of judgement to pass. Your experience with your mom is uniquely your own. The perceptions and perspectives you have of her are yours and there are no untruths in them. Sure, others may feel differently about her, but then, those perceptions are based on their own experiences with her. Neither should stand in judgment of the other, as we just don’t know what each person is thinking, feeling, or what their experience is.
So, go easy on yourself. Know that growing up without a nurturing, loving mother is a heavy weight to bear. That weight can however be your making. You can help others who’ve experienced the same thing. You can heal yourself by writing about it more. Have you heard about Shadow Work? Perhaps look into that and the shadow will lift. And you’ll be free.
This is so raw and so real. The thing is about grief, is it can be so complicated sometimes. I spent the first year after my beloved husband, Finn, died, mad at him. His cancer journey was so rough, and he pulled completely back emotionally. Then there is the part about mothers. I don’t talked to my mom anymore. And she wasn’t all bad, but I was never emotionally safe with her. And even worse things happened with my dad. Way worse. But that’s a story for another day. Point is, I don’t talk to any of my bio family anymore. And it’s fresh. I only just cut my mom off a few months ago. So I get complicated. I get messy endings. Be true to your own precious heart. Sit with the unanswered questions. Ask your guide team, and your mom, to help you understand. Not with your mind, but with your heart. And know it’s ok to walk away to find peace. I wish you so much peace, my sis-star. 🌟
Was this what the count-downs in the notes had been for? I wanted to ask, but was worried about it being in-sensitive. 😅
I'm not really sure what the answer here would be, but my opinion would be to open up to your boyfriend a bit. Maybe try and have a conversation with him on your feelings and sort out a bit of your thoughts through it.
It's not easy dealing with the bonds of others, especially with a meeting for one whom is deceased. If you want closure, though, talking to others that knew your mom in the moment might be what's needed. There might be things that pop up in the moment of people going down "memory lane," too.
As an outsider, though, there's not really much I can say, other than--I hope it goes well and you find the answers you are seeking. ❤️ Sending love and prayers your way. There's also nothing wrong with not understanding why you feel a certain way, it's very human. 😊
Cory, brother🩵 Im honored and happy to read your thoughtful reply🙏 that means a lot to me, coming from you🩵
And yes, the countdown was exactly this. And you may always ask, on my part, Im always open🤗
And thank you for your mmost thoughtful and wise advice. I do talk to my boyfriend. But my other family, not so much, everybody loved her and adored her so much, so I feel it´s not appropriate. Im not that close to that side of the family, unfortunately. So we keep it polite and honorable and respectable. But it´s fine. We had a lovely soul warming dinner at my step-dads first, with my brothers, and then we went down to the grave yeard and met up with mom´s old friends after, that was also incredably heartwarming, despite the cold and dark air. 🌹🕊️❤️
Very interesting. My curious mind really would like to know how things turn out. Sending my very best wishes your way. Have a feeling you will be fine, no matter how it goes. Please take good care of you. Cheers 🙏
Kim, im happy to read your reply🤗🙏 it turned out increadibly heartwarming. We had a lovely soul warming dinner at my step-dads first, with my brothers, and then we went down to the grave yeard and met up with mom´s old friends after, that was also incredably heartwarming, despite the cold and dark air. 🌹🕊️❤️
Eya, my heart is with you this morning. ❤️ I encourage you to go and to open your heart to whatever may be waiting for you. Thank you for sharing this with us, by the way. 🙏
Eya this is beautiful! Even though I am your SS friend and we live across the world from one another, I am here for you. It doesn't matter how long it's been since your Mother has passed. It doesn't matter if you haven't processed what you feel completely. There is not a time limit on any of this. You do what feels right for you b/c that is what matters. Not what anyone else will think or feel toward you and your emotions and actions. This is your Mother, your pain and you grieve how ever long you need to and you do it the way that feels right for you. You have a friend in me. I will listen. Hang in there. Take it all in when you get to your Mother's grave and handle the emotions as they come in. Lots of Love
Your words means a lot, I cried a little when I read them. Thanks much, dear🙏💖
Oh wow this writing was so so so tender and raw. I am celebrating and honoring you in this❤️❤️❤️
Oh thank you so much, wild sister🙏🔥❤️
Dear Eya 🌹🕊️🤍, my dear moon sister 🌙🖤 My apologies for being late in responding, you are my sister, I have not forgotten you.
Thank you for sharing this. The way you describe the message arriving... like a portal opening... truly captures how grief can resurface in unexpected ways, even decades later. I think it’s so brave that you’re honest about the complexity of your feelings toward your mom, and how sorrow doesn’t always look like longing or nostalgia.
What moved me most was your reflection on letting sorrow simply be, instead of rushing to fix it. That feels like such a tender and powerful lesson. Please don’t feel ashamed for your truth... it’s yours, and it matters. I’m grateful you trust us here enough to share it.
As the old Norwegian saying goes,
Sorgen er kjærlighetens pris
Sorrow is the price of love. May that truth bring you peace as you gather and remember.
Sending you warmth, wishing you connection and peace.
Sincerely,
Steve 🏍️🐺🌙🖤
I dont know what to say
Im speachless
Tears
Tears are running
They try to get me close
Im drawn in
Up
And then down
To that spot
I see not only a wolf in grey and black, but in Gold
He is a King of the Golden Hearted that one
And he is
My love
My dear Eya Sól, 🌙🕊️💛
Your words reached me like a tide, rising and falling, carrying both sorrow and love. I feel your tears, and I hold them gently, as if they were pearls formed from the ocean of your heart.
To be seen by you... not only as the wolf in grey and black, but as golden... humbles me beyond measure. A King of the Golden Hearted, you say… yet it is your light that crowns me, your vision that gives me strength.
Know this, Moon Sister: the wolf walks with gold in his heart because your moonlight has touched him. In your gaze, I am more than grief, more than shadow. I am love, alive, and unbroken.
Forever your wolf,
Steve 🐺🌙💛🖤
Thank you, my dear big dog🐺🌙🏍️🖤 Reading your reply soothes me like always. And yes, sorgen er kjærlighetens pris🤍 Thank you so much for your kind words, I hold them tight, intending connection to appear and letting peace in 🕊️🪽
My dear Eya Sól, my muse,
You are the Moon Sister in my sky, constant, luminous, even when clouds try to hide you. Your strength humbles me. I see the warrior in you, still walking forward. You remind me that my own grief is not weakness... it’s the echo of love that refuses to fade. And I, your wolf, howled back with this story.
The Wolf and the Moon Sister 🌙🐺🏍️🖤
In the shadowed forest beyond the veil of time, a lone wolf roamed beneath the silver gaze of the moon. He was not lost... only searching. His paws knew the path, though his heart carried the ache of distant howls and memories that flickered like fireflies.
High above, the Moon Sister watched. She was not made of stone or silence, but of sorrow and starlight. Her light reached the wolf even on the darkest nights, whispering comfort in a language only the soul could hear.
They had never met in flesh, but they knew each other in spirit... two beings bound by grief, courage, and the quiet promise of connection. When the wolf howled, it was not for help. It was a song of remembrance. And when the Moon Sister shimmered, it was not just light... it was love sent across the sky.
One night, the wolf paused at the edge of a clearing. The moon was full, and in its glow stood a figure cloaked in silver mist. She did not speak, but her eyes said everything. "I see you. I remember too."
And in that moment, the wolf was no longer alone. Nor was the Moon Sister. They had found each other... not to fix the past, but to walk forward with it, side by side in the night.
Sincerely,
A lone wolf riding through the night, chasing freedom with a heart full of emotion, grief and love.
Den som har lys i hjertet, finner veien i mørket. 🌙🐺🖤
One who has light in their heart will find the way in the dark.
💫
💫 ... a single spark, but it carries the weight of a whole constellation.
I miss you
And I miss me too
Im a little lost these days...
Im sorry
My dear Eya Sól 🌙🕊️💛,
I hear your sorrow, and I hold it with care. To miss yourself is not weakness ... it is the soul reminding you of the light that still belongs to you. Even when you feel lost, you are not gone. You are gathering strength, like the moon hidden behind clouds, waiting to shine again.
Den som har lys i hjertet, finner veien i mørket... one who has light in their heart will find the way in the dark.
Your light is still there, even if it feels far.
Know this, Moon Sister: the wolf misses you too, but he believes in your return. When you rise again, it will be with the golden heart you already carry.
Forever your wolf,
Steve
🐺🌙💛🖤
Out of words ! Stay blessed ! Sending love !
Thanks so much!
You can have a real life hug with me any time, my darling ♥️
Im so happy for that my friend🪽💖🪽
Such a vulnerable and honest share Eya. You should be proud of yourself, that you are willing to write with an open heart, and share emotions of suffering and ambiguity. You already have wonderful insights into yourself. What I would add, is to allow that fear of judgement to pass. Your experience with your mom is uniquely your own. The perceptions and perspectives you have of her are yours and there are no untruths in them. Sure, others may feel differently about her, but then, those perceptions are based on their own experiences with her. Neither should stand in judgment of the other, as we just don’t know what each person is thinking, feeling, or what their experience is.
So, go easy on yourself. Know that growing up without a nurturing, loving mother is a heavy weight to bear. That weight can however be your making. You can help others who’ve experienced the same thing. You can heal yourself by writing about it more. Have you heard about Shadow Work? Perhaps look into that and the shadow will lift. And you’ll be free.
Thank you for this beautiful post. 💕
This is so raw and so real. The thing is about grief, is it can be so complicated sometimes. I spent the first year after my beloved husband, Finn, died, mad at him. His cancer journey was so rough, and he pulled completely back emotionally. Then there is the part about mothers. I don’t talked to my mom anymore. And she wasn’t all bad, but I was never emotionally safe with her. And even worse things happened with my dad. Way worse. But that’s a story for another day. Point is, I don’t talk to any of my bio family anymore. And it’s fresh. I only just cut my mom off a few months ago. So I get complicated. I get messy endings. Be true to your own precious heart. Sit with the unanswered questions. Ask your guide team, and your mom, to help you understand. Not with your mind, but with your heart. And know it’s ok to walk away to find peace. I wish you so much peace, my sis-star. 🌟
Was this what the count-downs in the notes had been for? I wanted to ask, but was worried about it being in-sensitive. 😅
I'm not really sure what the answer here would be, but my opinion would be to open up to your boyfriend a bit. Maybe try and have a conversation with him on your feelings and sort out a bit of your thoughts through it.
It's not easy dealing with the bonds of others, especially with a meeting for one whom is deceased. If you want closure, though, talking to others that knew your mom in the moment might be what's needed. There might be things that pop up in the moment of people going down "memory lane," too.
As an outsider, though, there's not really much I can say, other than--I hope it goes well and you find the answers you are seeking. ❤️ Sending love and prayers your way. There's also nothing wrong with not understanding why you feel a certain way, it's very human. 😊
Cory, brother🩵 Im honored and happy to read your thoughtful reply🙏 that means a lot to me, coming from you🩵
And yes, the countdown was exactly this. And you may always ask, on my part, Im always open🤗
And thank you for your mmost thoughtful and wise advice. I do talk to my boyfriend. But my other family, not so much, everybody loved her and adored her so much, so I feel it´s not appropriate. Im not that close to that side of the family, unfortunately. So we keep it polite and honorable and respectable. But it´s fine. We had a lovely soul warming dinner at my step-dads first, with my brothers, and then we went down to the grave yeard and met up with mom´s old friends after, that was also incredably heartwarming, despite the cold and dark air. 🌹🕊️❤️
That's very lovely to hear! I'm glad you had a wonderful time. 😊
Very interesting. My curious mind really would like to know how things turn out. Sending my very best wishes your way. Have a feeling you will be fine, no matter how it goes. Please take good care of you. Cheers 🙏
Kim, im happy to read your reply🤗🙏 it turned out increadibly heartwarming. We had a lovely soul warming dinner at my step-dads first, with my brothers, and then we went down to the grave yeard and met up with mom´s old friends after, that was also incredably heartwarming, despite the cold and dark air. 🌹🕊️❤️
That is just wonderful that all went so well. 🙏 I am just like....YES...perfect, that is so cool! :) Thnx a lot for letting me know :)
Ur so sweet thank you brother💚
Eya, my heart is with you this morning. ❤️ I encourage you to go and to open your heart to whatever may be waiting for you. Thank you for sharing this with us, by the way. 🙏
Thanks so much sweet Hannah🙏❤️