Grief is a strange beast. I see it as a huge messy scrawl of pencil loops within a circle. Over time the huge scawl becomes smaller as our lives around it grow. We learn to grow around the grief. It will always be present and will never dissappear. That's okay though. I still grieve for my Dad who died almost 9 years ago.
There is so much about waves...so many metaphors for life. You have found one that is particularly profound. If this is describing a lived experience or a current feeling, I send love and hope the tides have receded a bit. ❤️
Grief is a strange beast. I see it as a huge messy scrawl of pencil loops within a circle. Over time the huge scawl becomes smaller as our lives around it grow. We learn to grow around the grief. It will always be present and will never dissappear. That's okay though. I still grieve for my Dad who died almost 9 years ago.
I love this beautiful imagery, Jane, and how our lives really do grow around it. Thank you so very much! 💞
There is so much about waves...so many metaphors for life. You have found one that is particularly profound. If this is describing a lived experience or a current feeling, I send love and hope the tides have receded a bit. ❤️
Thanks so very much, Sharon! 💞 The tides have receded, but every so often a storm surge appears out of nowhere. 💞
Indeed❤️🌞