The expectation of G R I E F. The gravity of G U I L T. The haunting echoes of, “What if?” Often times it can be too heavy to carry. But we adapt. The load may be too heavy to carry on my shoulders but I’ll use a different way to carry it. I may not know how rigjt in this moment; but there will be a time when it gets easier and more assured to walk up that mountain. So today, I start with a path, then a hill, then more hills & valleys, then a mountain! 🏔️❤️✨

New month, same pain. Time is a funny thing when you're grieving. There is no timeline for how long grief lasts, or how you should feel after a particular time. Whatever you are feeling at the right moment, it's ok. ⁠

My grandfather is dying 😢 how to prepare myself for that moment...

What is your relationship with rest? Do you give yourself permission to slow down and tend to your inner world? Or do you feel pressured by our culture to perform, to work and to stay busy in the doing? Grief is demanding. It demands things from us. It asks us to tend to our heart. To our body. To our soul. It demands time. Time to feel. Time to fall apart. Time to rest. Time to get angry. And time to rebuild. Our culture isn’t very permissive or accepting in the face of our need to slow down. Can you give yourself that time anyway?

Can children understand death and should I talk about it with them?