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’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’t will them back into my eyes because I don’t have time to process the very real emotions that come with living this life. I don’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’m steeped in Grateful Grief, with a capital G.</p>
<p>I’ve found this to be the best explanation for this feeling…that no words seem to capture. The happiness I’ve had with my beautiful soul of a daughter…is mixed with what feels like a death on so many levels. A rebirth on others. And an evolution on all of them.</p>
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