join the courageous container, Listen Curiously.

Sometimes the grief doesn’t budge. Sometimes it wants to stay put and be held.

In the contractions how easily I forget,

an expansion is coming.

Why do we apologize for our tears?

I thought I had packed Grief up in a neat little jar and placed her on a shelf in my house back in Oregon. I thought she might show up, but in those ‘easier’ ways on this trip. Somehow though, Grief made her way into my luggage, my daily supplements, the water I drank, the food I ate, and got right into my being. Once again, there Grief was, in full force. 

Grief is waves.

It is also the feeling of getting stuck in the undertow and

not knowing how you will ever make it out alive.

Where is the guidebook on how to proceed with life during grief? There isn’t one.

You are dirt and dust

Trees and limbs

Bursts of flames

Blood

And drops of water.