| Hello Lovelies,
My body stopped me in my tracks.
Be here. Rest here. Feel here.
At first I didn’t recognize that it was grief caressing me and tenderly coaxing me into a new, uncharted, terrain of my being.
Grief is a complicated companion. She didn’t come with a simple story line. This time she wrapped me in an intricate tapestry that wove people, places, loses, joys and yet to be lived mysteries together into an incomplete work of art.
Grief is ripening, deepening and changing me as I allow myself to slip beneath the still surface on the well of grief.
~*~*~
The Well Of Grief
by David Whyte
Those who will not slip beneath
the still surface on the well of grief,
Turning down through its black water
to the place we cannot breathe,
will never know the source from which we drink,
the secret water, cold and clear,
nor find in the darkness glimmering,
the small round coins,
thrown by those who wished
for something else.
It’s all beautiful,
Sharon
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