Grieve Dammit — It’s Inviting You Home
Grieve dear ones,
And make your experience into the art,
that only you can.
Grieve the lies.
The parts of self we needed to be, and face.
Grieve the ego bits that pulled us away from love.
Because even in those moments,
you were love in another form.
We needed to go there.
Can we love that we went there?
It might not have been the gentle part of love,
but it was love, all the same.
Grieve the shame.
The avoidance of responsibility.
The lack of integrity.
The weakness and impurities.
Grieve what was.
What will never be.
Grieve the endings.
The unanswered questions.
Grieve every thought,
feeling, and emotion
that will wash over,
and through your system.
The parts that loved,
hard, and that opened to all,
that came your way.
Grieve the beliefs that you weren’t enough.
The beliefs that you were too much.
Grieve it all, dear ones.
Grieving is not a sign of weakness,
it’s a sign of the ability to feel,
and that your senses are
beautifully alive in you.
It is your strength.
It is your human beauty.
It is your right.
It is the release.
The fire that will transform you.
If you let it.
Grieving is the return home that comes after walking the stretches of the journey that may have felt like it took you away from there — but it was only ever delivering you there, in new ways.
Grieve the home you temporarily shared, that two had built, with energetic pathways that brought you to the our.
Grieve the our.
Grieve the words and names you will no longer hear.
Grieve the new ones that you heard, that you knew were leading you to this place in time.
Grieve the subtle shifts, the signs, and all the parts that showed us, but that we weren’t ready to see just yet.
But now we can.
Grieve, dear ones, for this is the healing channel that will release the weights, the ties, and the energy that the entire experience was delivering you to.
And don’t worry about the time it takes or the notion that love was lost somehow along the way, because it wasn’t.
For love, to the ones who do come home, for the brave who grieve fully,
and unapologetically, they know, it is only ever waiting to be found.
For love is lost most, in there, when we don’t.
For more self-study, The Urban Howl recommends The Confidence Gap: A Guide to Overcoming Fear and Self-Doubt.
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