Reading this felt like a warm cup of tea for the soul on a quiet morning. ☕️🌸 You captured that delicate balance so beautifully—acknowledging sorrow without giving it the throne. The way you painted those quiet moments of life loosening our pain (the rising bread, morning light, a child's hand) brought tears to my eyes. Holding space for healing instead of just dwelling in the wound is a perspective more people need to hear. So beautifully done, my friend! 🌻💛
The reminder that 'Grief may stay for supper, but it does not get the deed to the house' is an absolute masterpiece of a line. ✨ Thank you for writing something so liberating and reminding us that choosing joy isn't naïve—it’s an act of courage and freedom. So proud of you for sharing this! 🤍💫"
Reading this felt like a warm cup of tea for the soul on a quiet morning. ☕️🌸 You captured that delicate balance so beautifully—acknowledging sorrow without giving it the throne. The way you painted those quiet moments of life loosening our pain (the rising bread, morning light, a child's hand) brought tears to my eyes. Holding space for healing instead of just dwelling in the wound is a perspective more people need to hear. So beautifully done, my friend! 🌻💛
The reminder that 'Grief may stay for supper, but it does not get the deed to the house' is an absolute masterpiece of a line. ✨ Thank you for writing something so liberating and reminding us that choosing joy isn't naïve—it’s an act of courage and freedom. So proud of you for sharing this! 🤍💫"
a stance facing liberation <3
A stance facing liberation, with sorrow acknowledged but not enthroned. Thank you for seeing the spine of the piece.💞