GOOD GRIEF

As of late I’ve found myself sopping in grief. 

I don’t know what to share in this space. 

Life slipping away yet flourishing all at once. 

What beauty and complexity this earth beholds. 

How can this world be so beautiful when such harsh realities exist? How can we find the light when others have burnt out? I’m sure we all sit with this at times. The extremes can be so rattling. Hope is the only way I know to survive. I know I am so fortunate.

 I have so much gratitude for what gives me hope.

Little seeds bursting through the soil gives me hope.
Flowers opening after rain gives me hope.
A hug after devastation gives me hope.
The laughter of children gives me hope.
The first gasping breath and that shrill cry of a new life gives me hope.
Wobbly legs learning to walk, that fall and persist give me hope.
Slowness gives me hope.
Listening gives me hope.
Bird song gives me hope.

I take these little gifts the world has to offer and I cherish them. 

I take my grief and I alchemize. I find myself turning heart break into treasure that maybe will bring others joy or relief.

I found myself in my garden formulating with gifts brought forth - something that seems as mundane as an herbal insect repellent. I caught myself and recognized this was me transmuting my sorrow into something beautiful. I felt called to share this with you.

Thanks for being here. 

Thank you for trust. 

Thank you for willingness.
I’m grateful to walk this plant path.