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

we create our shape
and chart a map

Our hearts rise
bright against mourning
opposing forces
lifting us once more

The veil thins
when we choose
to see…

5 thoughts on “Lightness…#MondayBlogs

  1. 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…

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