Everyday Mourning + Attachment

“The mourning that takes place on a weekly or daily basis that does not receive the same recognition as its traditional counterpart.” -TUM

bird.pngMourning, such an intense term. Often used to describe the process of letting go of the deceased, mourning brings about visions of sadness and dispair. During these periods of mourning, the community comes together to show love and support of the individuals left by their late loved one. The ceremonies and rituals around such events create an atmosphere which welcomes deep emotional healing, allowing one to move on in the best way possible.

Everyday mourning, a term in which I, well, just made up, is just as it sounds. The mourning that takes place on a weekly or daily basis that does not receive the same recognition as its traditional counterpart. This type of mourning can be felt numerous times throughout our days, weeks, months and years.

When we create attachments to things, relationships and best yet, parts of ourselves, an opportunity for everyday mourning arises. Our lives are constantly in flux. Our insides continuously shift this way and that, creating changes that can be uncomfortable if not recognized. I believe a certain amount of attachment is healthy and instinctual, keeping families together during rough patches, relationships to succeed in temporary turmoil and friendships to last centuries.

With that said, I believe the attachments we form to our belief systems of “who we are” are the least healthy of the lot. These belief systems encompass anything that we feel defines us. When in fact, what we do, what we eat and even how we act is not who we are.

When such attachments are formed, and our inner selves shift, strain is put on our mind and body. We are not able to flow with our natural rhythms as the fear associated with loosing a part of oneself takes hold. When the courage is worked up to shift with it, every day mourning takes place. A time of deep reflection and sadness. Mourning a piece of yourself, or life, that is no longer. Questions such as “Who am I now?” may arise. The answer … you’re still you.

Cheer up buttercup,



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