It takes courage to grieve, to honor the pain we carry. We can grieve in tears or in meditative silence, in prayer or in song. In touching the pain of recent and long-held griefs, we come face to face with our genuine human vulnerability, with helplessness and hopelessness. These are the storm clouds of the heart. The grief we carry is part of the grief of the world. Hold it gently. Let it be honored. You do not have to keep it in anymore. You can let it go into the heart of compassion; you can weep.
let. it. be. with. tears.
inquiry for today~ we grieve every day for something, someone, including ourselves…..what grief can be named today?
Those who will not slip beneath
the still surface on the well of grief,
turning down through its black water
to the place we cannot breathe,
will never know the source
from which we drink,
the secret water, cold and clear,
nor find in the darkness glimmering,
the small round coins,
thrown by those
who wished for something else.
…….but surely grief is proof of love……….for we cannot miss what we never loved. If ever we thought to love, we knew there would come a time of loss……..and another time – of gratitude. ❤
I remember you:)…….another time of loss comes upon us and we need to shift and be there until we can sigh again……lovely…..love…..to be……
……but always with sweet awareness to the blessing that is love…. ❤