Our feet grow heavy with grief
and so we begin to dance
Our minds cloud with fear
until we transform
Every minute
a whisper of hope against impossible odds
Moving with instinct
flowing like water
Boundless
we create our shape
and chart a map
unexplored
Our hearts rise
bright against mourning
opposing forces
lifting us once more
The veil thins
when we choose
to see…
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Beautiful, Caroline. I learned this path when my husband was ill and after his death. When I couldn’t take grief one more minute, I looked for something beautiful or loving or kind or miraculous. Nature always had inspiration and hope to offer. And friends, my sons, and my dogs. The veil thins…
We’ve been observing and experiencing grief here, lately. Your words are always so uplifting, Elaine! Thank you, as always, for reading. 🙂