I can’t recall feeling angry with Dad for his death, perhaps that is still to come. I have felt angry that I’ve had to deal with any of it at all.
I liken Dark Side of the Moon to a woman, a motherly one who quietly takes care of things in the shadow, so that what you see in the light is flawless.
We can find the Dark Mother in Goddess-worshiping traditions. Kali, Hindu Goddess of creation, destruction and shadow, is often depicted with dark skin.
Many lost soul-pieces await restlessly to be acknowledged...just as the ruins of wrecked ships from long ago are waiting for the next storm to uncover them.
This is also the loneliness of not feeling seen. The isolation of not following the horde, of not always being understood.
Self-love is softening to the things I don’t like about myself and bringing compassion. It means being willing to be where I am, as I am.