I hear the knocking and don’t answer. I feel a weight of sorrow and push it away. I feel the walls of grief pushing on my skin.

I kept having a dream last night, my children suffering. It's so difficult to feel helpless when a loved one suffers. Easier to blame myself

I can’t make sense of the struggles that befall people. My life changed because I found lessons in everything I experienced.

I was lost in my search. Anywhere I looked I was turned away, disappointed, disrespected and rejected. I wore out my excuses.

I have been thinking about the loneliness of Covid—each of us confined in our lives with our individual configurations. Alone with our fear.

I felt numb staying home. Then I felt a sense of despair. It was as if many people in my life had died. Grief made me aware. So I adapted.

What if there’s a greater purpose to suffering? Understanding this can offer acceptance at a deeper level and offer some comfort.

Angels come in our lives in unexpected ways. Tragedies always have silver linings.

Dear friends are departing New ones are arriving not yet known, Brand new in their bright packages Life breathes in and out

I do know the majority of people walking on this earth judge themselves using shame and guilt as a guide to their actions.

My Higher Self represents my connection with my heart. My Lower Self represents my fear as I compare myself to others. Both are necessary

I stand before my inner fire and bow my head in gratitude for the losses in my life.

I learned to speak love during our time together. I also learned to trust and the power of vulnerability.

As I navigate through my grief days, I am familiar with U-turns. It’s so easy for me to beat myself up for not thinking clearly.

Surrendering is letting go of the pursuit to understand everything. Surrendering is about acceptance. Surrendering is inquiring with honesty

She was a caged butterfly needing space to fly free. Grief comes when it comes without an invitation.

I am not my story. Sometimes grief consumes me and my day is encumbered with sadness. I remember my tools to help me move through my grief.

I started a conversation yesterday with forgotten friends, long ago acquaintances I lost touch with, the younger me...

I sank into the in-between. It was my time for reflection and renewal. I felt like I was in limbo, a place of liminality, like gestating

For loved ones always inhabit our spaces, inhabit our thoughts and inhabit our hearts