I could see you there, in that crawl space, grief pressing close, yet something luminous rising from beneath it. The tenderness in your writing feels earned.
Aww, ‘the tenderness feels earned’ that makes me cry.
I guess maybe I did earn it, or the capacity to finally receive it. As it was there all along. Being here and being seen is bigger than anything for me right now. It’s a reason to live, besides my kids, of course! But I was so lonely. And finally I can express myself and be seen. Thanks again for your kindness, dear writer friend. ✨
This is really beautiful and tender and painful. When I listen to my sister my grief looked so different from the rest of my family. I had to make peace with that. It was hard. But it was worth it.
Losing someone we know changes us in so many ways. We never get over it. We just learn to carry beauty and pain together in our hearts. But it is nice when we learn we can still receive signs and communicate with them from the other side. That makes it a lot easier to deal with. I’m sorry for your loss as well. And so glad we found each other here!
Yes, for me it’s been almost 20 years and I still get the signs. I’m comfortable in my sadness so it doesn’t impact my life in the same way it used to. I lost a friend 5 years ago though and that one is still more fresh. I’ve written about my experiences. You may find comfort in my words. If you want to read them, let me know and I can direct you to them. I’m glad we found each other on here too.
I think that’s why I write and post these channels that come through- they are not just for me. It is the Universe whispering words of encouragement for us all to hear. Thanks for reading and commenting! It’s comments like yours that give me hope that my messages can be for others as well, who are in their own underground internal spaces. A candle in the darkness. 🕯️
🤍 this >>> "All that was turned upside down shall now be made right."
It has been a long, hard road. But the times, they are a changing… finally!!!!
I could see you there, in that crawl space, grief pressing close, yet something luminous rising from beneath it. The tenderness in your writing feels earned.
Aww, ‘the tenderness feels earned’ that makes me cry.
I guess maybe I did earn it, or the capacity to finally receive it. As it was there all along. Being here and being seen is bigger than anything for me right now. It’s a reason to live, besides my kids, of course! But I was so lonely. And finally I can express myself and be seen. Thanks again for your kindness, dear writer friend. ✨
This is really beautiful and tender and painful. When I listen to my sister my grief looked so different from the rest of my family. I had to make peace with that. It was hard. But it was worth it.
Losing someone we know changes us in so many ways. We never get over it. We just learn to carry beauty and pain together in our hearts. But it is nice when we learn we can still receive signs and communicate with them from the other side. That makes it a lot easier to deal with. I’m sorry for your loss as well. And so glad we found each other here!
Yes, for me it’s been almost 20 years and I still get the signs. I’m comfortable in my sadness so it doesn’t impact my life in the same way it used to. I lost a friend 5 years ago though and that one is still more fresh. I’ve written about my experiences. You may find comfort in my words. If you want to read them, let me know and I can direct you to them. I’m glad we found each other on here too.
Yes! I’d love to read them! Please share! ♥️
https://open.substack.com/pub/optimismfromdarkness/p/my-kaj-bird-still-sings?r=6aznxy&utm_medium=ios
https://open.substack.com/pub/optimismfromdarkness/p/connecting-with-my-sister-who-died?r=6aznxy&utm_medium=ios
I think that’s why I write and post these channels that come through- they are not just for me. It is the Universe whispering words of encouragement for us all to hear. Thanks for reading and commenting! It’s comments like yours that give me hope that my messages can be for others as well, who are in their own underground internal spaces. A candle in the darkness. 🕯️