Stuck in Philly, I gave in and watched the halftime show. As I did, I felt something breaking inside: The humbling power of grief. We can resist it all we want, but it's the only way through.
Wow. This hit like a brick: here’s the thing: Grief only feels impossible until it’s felt. Then it becomes something else: A portal; an invitation; maybe even something approaching a prayer
Wow. This hit like a brick: here’s the thing: Grief only feels impossible until it’s felt. Then it becomes something else: A portal; an invitation; maybe even something approaching a prayer
Ah thank you Bill. Even in all this muck, glad I'm not walking this path alone....
I love this. Feel you feeling it.
so agree. beautifully written. We gotta feel all that unprocessed grief that is creating so much chaos.
Solid!!!!
Great one Seth. Amen.
Ah, thank you friend! Oof!