Grief doesn’t come to hurt you.
It comes to guide you home.
It’s arrival, whether gradual or sudden, will beg you to be present.
Forcing stillness, it wants you to open to your own depths. To the previously unexplored terrain. To all the other times you turned away from yourself.
I think so many of us, especially women, are prone to seeing something at the beginning of a connection that we then start building a fantasy upon. Based on our specific conditioning, we cling so tightly to the potential of who this person ‘could’ be that we lose all connection with the reality of what is.
We can literally feel cut off from any sense of depth, compassion or love for ourselves or others, simply because it’s always been too scary for us to go to these places. Up until this point we’ve only known the shallows, pain, and perhaps everything that isn’t love.
I’m trusting these words have found their way to you at the exact moment you needed to read them.
I write for the sensitive, empathic, creative women who are longing to transform their ancestral wounds into wisdom, and finally embrace the person they’ve always known was hidden within them.
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