Day 27: And then…
…there are those days that you can look up, and notice something you haven’t seen, ever, or in a new light, or paradoxically, because of the very presence of the grief in your life.
I looked up today. The sun is out here and that’s big amidst a pacific northwest winter. I squinted as I got out of my car and I really looked this time at the mural on the side of the building where we live. Despite my daughter calling our home the flower house for almost 3 years, I realized just today I haven’t ever taken the time to really see the mural. The flowers are bursting, overflowing, and forceful in this action. They seemed to be saying to me today—we have been here the whole time—the blooming was always possible, and it’s happening. Even amidst the dark days.
Grief begs us to be myopic and to feel the pain of it, yet it also begs for moments of relief from that—glimpses for a future or hope or possibility. Grab them when they come, put them in your pocket. They may be few and far between, but looking up often helps.
Welcome to my second, 100-day project. I hope to provide a daily offering on something grief-related. I am a grief therapist and educator working with people in Oregon, Washington, DC, Maryland, and Maine. This feed is in honor of each person who has trusted me with their stories and wisdom during their grief journey. I hope that others may benefit from simple and straightforward talk about a topic that can be difficult.