When I see the world through the lens of grief, I notice that I feel more. Not that I feel better or worse, but more. The things that are so easily taken for granted become more, the feelings I can’t seem to shake, they’re more, too. It’s like looking through tinted lenses.
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Making Room
These morning sessions create the room I need to deal with grief on a daily basis. I used to wait until I was completely maxed emotionally, and then react intensely, which was never very effective.
Thankful
When I carry this grief with thankfulness, it’s easier to recognize as love. It’s still just as heavy, but it feels more manageable.
I Feel You 