Grief.
It rolls through with a life of its own.
Reminds me of waves at the beach. Some barely lap the shore. Some rip on in, larger than life. Occasionally, a sneaker wave comes in sideways: tears in the middle of Oliver’s Market or a lump in my throat so large I can’t speak while on the phone with a friend.
It’s all fine. Let ‘er roll. I neither try to push grief away nor invite it in. This visitor–this grief–is love. A different flavor of love, yes. Yet only love.
© Amrita Skye Blaine, 2012
This wonderful photo was taken by Greg Good, a friend from an internet deerhound list.
yes, love…xo
Ah, one of my favorite side effects of all that mindfulness, etc. has been learning to accept those tough moments with equanimity. I’ve had a harder time with the loss of some of my pets than with some of my family…
Me too, Leigh.
This has hit very hard.
Amrita