Tending Sacred Spaces
Grief is a roller coaster Trapped on a ride you didn’t choose Raising existential questions on a mundane Tuesday afternoon Grief is a marathon Tears unbidden as you unload the dishwasher and fold laundry Unfinished business rising without hope of a pretty bow Grief is a runaway train Relentlessly rolling over anything in its path…
When fear lodges in your throat When anxiety crouches at your feet When the monster of what if sits on you chest May you stay present to what is, not catastrophizing When you are holding on to the end of your rope When you cannot see a path forward, a way through May you refuse…