It’s so much more than what you may imagine. It’s not just a physical death or birth, although these are the extremes, we experience death and birth every day.

A birth, a death; it’s interesting how our bodies know time and season apart from consciousness.

How we often feel and react to times and dates, sometimes without knowing, and then suddenly realize why.

Grief begs to felt (a cliche) but the truest one I know.

Birth begs to come forth.

Consider this. Has there been one moment of birth in this world without pain, and has there been one moment of grief that has occurred without the same?

I believe, both of these, are the vehicle, of how we reach, what is to be most healing and productive for us: escorting us to freedom.

Preparation,

Awareness.

Acknowledgement.

Acceptance.

Fortitude.

Endurance.

Hope, being essential.

over and over, until…

…grief has done its begging and birth, well, even though it can have a mind of its own, it has emerged.

Ride with their unpredictability.

Let both grief and new life ebb and flow and become a part of you.

Open yourself, when grief intrudes. Lay yourself bare and allow the emotions to play out.

Fight like a warrior, when birth presents itself. Don’t let it scare you, even though it is surrounded by a shield of fear pressing against you. Push through it to the open horizon.

Grief; one of the main purposes to its presence; to release those places that so abruptly bound us up, to free us, bit by bit, from the very pain it was carried in on.

Birth; calling us to erase all things that have brought death and yet summoning us to all things that are new and frightening and full of hope!

The very things that appeared to destroy us, are the very things that have the most power to change us, through the unwinding of grief and the through the hope of bringing forth an entirely new birth, all things are possible.

Doing the work is more than well worth it. ❤️

#grief #birth