joy with grief

  sharing my grief just a wee tiny bit here
may not make sense
but I discovered this from
an inspiring woman I follow
she is so sacred and dramatic
her name is Danielle Laporte

here I was, my son was gone...
"I'm aching over this loss, so can this aching gratitude in my core be real? Am I betraying my memories? Am I denying my pain?"

Not at all. You're expanding. says Danielle Laporte

whoa!  this is a definition of how I felt when I was grieving after my son Graham passed on.

It did not  fail that when I went  through the early beginnings of the most heart-breaking passages of my life — losing a son and all dreams dashed — the pain brought me to the floor of my being, and what was there to be found?

The simple joy of being alive. So cosmically basic it's mind-blowing: the joy to be here, connected, animated, breathing, blessed, resilient, to be broken, to be open, to have what was, what's left, what's coming. The joy just to be part of reality.

joy is an inner vibration that is always achingly in the background waiting
for you

an inspiring sculpture speaks to me about my grief

let me explain
the horse is powerful and strong (personal inner power)
the rider is fearless and will face the unknown as he
moves with his personal inner strength

grief is deep
grief is empowering



1 comment:

wordsartlife said...

Donna, this is beautiful and powerful. Your words brought me to tears. What a journey you've been on — your strength, honesty and love shine through in your posts. You are an inspiration. Thank you for sharing your thoughts.

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