Shining Through: From Grief to Gratitude
Shining Through From Grief to Gratitude
Soraya Saraswati’s memoir ‘Shining Through From Grief and Gratitude’ is a parents rite of passage through the traumas of suicide, secrets and spirituality. A very honest and raw memoir, Shining Through will have you riveted from cover to cover.
This is a parents rite of passage
This is a parents rite of passage, of coming shining through the traumas of suicide, secrets and spirituality. From Outback Australia to Indian Ashrams, Greek temples and American Indian Sweat Lodges this is a journey a soul yearning for freedom.
A deep spiritual journey with grief
Soraya shares her deep spiritual journey with grief, interwoven with the wisdom of forgiveness and freedom with mindful presence with acceptance of life ‘as it is’ to come shining through, free to be.
Seven years in the writing, Soraya dedicates this book to the memory of both her brother Gil and son Prem who died by suicide.
This book is a priceless gift
“This book is a priceless gift from a courageous, beautiful soul and a shining beacon for our troubled modern world. If you have ever tried to find comfort and healing through spiritual paths when in deep pain and grief, then here is a guide who can assist you out of the darkness into a new dawn of forgiveness and freedom.” Sally Oldfield Musician
5 star reviews
Shining Through has received five independent 5 star reviews…read below.
“I truly hope that, in the sharing of my story, others bereaved by the loss of a loved one feel validated, supported and are offered hope.
We can and do heal from grief and in healing may once again experience peaceful presence and a joyful life. Our loved ones become part of who we are…”
Author Interview with Soraya by InHouse Publishing
Read Chapter 1 – Shining Through – from Grief to Gratitude
I have no choice but to surrender my hopes and dreams for this child of my heart. As I look out the window, the sun is setting as it does every other day. The perfect tangerine ball drops behind the distant mountains, silhouetted by a hazy pink border. It throws a soft, golden light on the brown skin of my beautiful boy lying in the bed beside me, on the second floor of an Australian Hospital.
The past week has been a roller coaster ride of hope and despair. How we came to this point is beyond me. I did everything in my power to avoid it and yet here I sit helpless and defeated as my son’s life slips away. All we have now are these precious last moments together. I need to savour them, because I am not ready to let go yet. My feelings are a twisted knot of confusion, despair, and emptiness. I’ve given up all hope of seeing my boy alive and happy. Prem is gasping his final breaths as I wait for him to pass over to a better place, a place of peace, light, and love, where the cruelness of the human world cannot hurt him anymore. A place where he’ll receive the healing his soul requires.
I look at the eyelids covering his beautiful, brown eyes. He looks peaceful enough. There’s only the rise and fall of his chest and the haunting sound of his body desperately clinging to life. I feel as if I’m taking every breath with him. With every heartbeat I experience my own waves of pain, shock, grief, and love. How did I end up in this strange hospital? Why am I in this alien place, waiting for my son to slip away forever?