The grief is pouring out of me like early days.
I don’t sleep well. I wake up tired, spent. I am unhappy, uncomfortable, as though I am the princess and there is a pea hidden under my skin. My patience is worn, my smile forced. Finally I take a moment to sit, to breathe, to feel where in my body I hurt. The hole in my heart has reopened – not that it was closed, but perhaps scabbing over. Its blackness yawns. I stumble into the bathroom and sob, quietly, so as not to disturb the morning too much. I go inside, ask my heart what will heal it today. I get answers – simple ones. Connect to your husband. Laugh with your daughter. Clean your house. Write. Dance. Stand with your toes at the ocean’s edge and scream – let it out, let it go.
Grief is a personal journey. It doesn’t follow a linear path. I didn’t want to climb this mountain again, but here I go. Maybe it will be easier this time. And I remember, the view from the top is breath taking.
Thinking of you. <3
Beautiful.
Powerful.
Remembering my own grief, that came from different reasons than yours, but none the less powerful for that.
And if I may, being a classmate of yours in ‘Profitable Idealism’, I don’t think your Dream is too much at all. It is big, yes, but beautiful, and doable, and I hope to see you fly into it as the time is right. :>
Brightest Blessings & *hugs!* if you’d like them. :>
It’s OK. Let it pour.
Holding space for you.
Be gentle with yourself.
Love.
What Christa says. Be gentle.
It was great talking to you today! It will get easier, my friend.
xoxo
oh, I’ve been missing you so much lately. I have just wanted to connect, see how you were, say hi. It finally occurred to me to come here. Reaching out to let you know I love you.
Don’t hold back. Let it out. So much love to you.