Perhaps for some of us, as we experience our grief, this past Winter was a comfort. Like our clothing, just little chunks of us peeked out to face the world. Perhaps we were comfortable because we didn’t have to grow, expand, or reach for the sun. The frozen weather fitted our mood, as Mother Nature held us in her sheltered womb.
Now Spring is here, a fragile time; a tiny shoot of green, a delicate bud, a little bird in a shaky nest – as we are – so we go slowly, one step at a time, as we open our hearts to moments of beauty, joy, and love.
These moments could be in the form of a sight, a sound, a scent, or wonderful human gestures. And when this happens, we allow ourselves to be awed. We stop, we breathe, and we take in the moment, remembering that whatever we focus on, grows.
All these wonderful moments are our ‘faith’ that things will get better for us, one day at a time, for as long as it takes. We are all beautiful flowers, turning our hearts towards the bright light of beauty, joy, and love.
Read more about how we reach out to each other in times of grief in Sigh, We Inhale Obstacles and We Exhale a Life of Love
