Grateful Grief

<p>Cry those tears. Express your pain. Feel your emotions that can fill your eyes and spill over, many times without warning.</p> <p>I don&rsquo;t run from them anymore, wiping them away quickly in an effort to stuff them down really deep and pretend that everything is ok. I don&rsquo;t will them back into my eyes because I don&rsquo;t have time to process the very real emotions that come with living this life. I don&rsquo;t physically feel ill when I feel it start to bubble up all over my body as a warning sign.</p> <p>I feel them.</p> <p>I weep them.</p> <p>I honor them as they show me the way forward if I really listen.</p> <p>Feelings are hard when you are trained to avoid them or explain them away.</p> <p>Feelings are even harder when you are a walking emotion who absorbs emotion from everything around them.</p> <p>PS. We are all walking emotions.</p> <p>So here I am. Feeling. Crying.</p> <p>I am preparing to leave a piece of my heart in London this week. And I&rsquo;m steeped in Grateful Grief, with a capital G.</p> <p>I&rsquo;ve found this to be the best explanation for this feeling&hellip;that no words seem to capture. The happiness I&rsquo;ve had with my beautiful soul of a daughter&hellip;is mixed with what feels like a death on so many levels. A rebirth on others. And an evolution on all of them.</p> <p><a href="https://medium.com/@automatikthread/grateful-grief-7b07716c50a8">Read More</a></p>
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