It was through the dark waters of grief that I came to touch my unlived life…There is some strange intimacy between grief and aliveness, some sacred exchange between what seems unbearable and what is most exquisitely alive. Through this, I have come to have a lasting faith in grief.
Our healing is in “every small contracting and expanding.”
A great read. For me, writing poetry is a way to exhale my sorrows. The grief still lingers but I’m not holding my breath with it. Yes, perhaps I’m addicted to this type of sadness, but I know what gifts it brings. I welcome it, for in all my days of sorrow, my heart has learn to surrender and I’ve found sweet serenity in doing this.