I’ve made a friend of grief. Rather than pushing it away. I’ve offered it a chair. To inquire of its wisdom. There’s a story here. Threaded through the pain. The darkness is not alone in the depths. There is also love.
Thoughts from The Yellow House
A curated space for learning and growing and being
I’ve made a friend of grief. Rather than pushing it away. I’ve offered it a chair. To inquire of its wisdom. There’s a story here. Threaded through the pain. The darkness is not alone in the depths. There is also love.