Sometimes the universe picks you up and puts you on your arse. Your world falls apart. The only thing you can do is wait for the dust to settle and start again. But how? The old ways no longer apply and the time has come to figure out your own way, your own path and …
As much as I believe that grief is an extension of love, it’s not warm and fuzzy. Its more like the diamond formed from coal. It takes immense pressure and harsh circumstances to become a thing of beauty.
One of my favourite kinds of love is the love that we have within our own Tribe. I love this word; Definition of tribe 1a: a social group comprising numerous families, clans, or generations together with dependents, or adopted strangers I love that part of it’s definition is “comprising of family…….. or adopted strangers”. Adopted strangers…adopting …
Grief, in my experience, is an extension of love. The depth of which can only be reflective of the depth of love you had before the grief.
