Grief

To lose someone. 

Grief.

Joyful memories arise, the laughing, the smiles, the precious deep connection, and the gentle acts of love. 

But they are cloaked in sadness now.

We fight it so hard. 

Maybe we can push it away, with reasoning. 

But no.

Then there is only more tragedy.

Because as the sadness leaves, it takes the joy with it.

They are the same. 

One cannot exist without the other. 

If in the precious sweetness of love, we are afraid of losing it, then we can’t truly feel it. 

We have lost it already. 

The grief IS the love. 

At the same time.

The impossibly tender sadness, is a gateway.

Into the moment.

Into the precious value of Life. 

The more sadness we can feel, the more love we can feel.

The more love we bring, the more alive we are.

The more alive, the deeper our connections.

The deeper our connections, the more pleasure we are capable of.

Being alive takes tremendous courage.

But it is only courage if there is fear.

So embrace the fear, dear precious one.

It is love knocking on your door. 

Show the fear it is welcome.

Because you can hold the impossible sadness. 

You can dig deeper into the hard cracked ground to till the soil of your spirit.

Your tears will soften the ground, and nourish it with the sweetness of what you lost.

Something unimaginable will grow there. 

Forever touched by the life that you so imperfectly, 

mistakenly, 

stupidly,

courageously, 

Lived.