#Repost @pixielighthorse ・・・ Grief looks dark, eerie, like it wants to pull you in and hold you down. It does, I suppose. It wants to hold you down long enough to realize that you have gills. • I couldn’t be more proud of this book: the people supporting it (and supporting me), the expedition team, my amazing copy editor, designer, photographer, foreword genius. • I am still learning about how to make a vision come to life for sharing. Seek as I might for a manual, it has only been by doing that I am finding my way. The doing is in the daily devotion. A book on grief has found me thrashing for the surface a few times. Of course it has. Of course anything truly worth sharing is going to put us through a trial. I rolled off into the Kern River from the bank when I was an infant. The Kern is known for one thing: the undertow that claims lives. Word has it that my mom jumped in to save me. All my life I get a clamped chest in water over my sternum. My breath goes short and I tire quickly. Swimming lessons were a fail. Surfing a trauma. Scuba diving a non-option. The waters are a metaphor for emotions, the almighty Queen of Cups. The deep and dark waters are mysterious and frightening. But oh, the healing and weightlessness that comes from honoring them. #prayersofhonoringgrief #theshapeofwater #griefwalker #dolorosas #ourmotherofsorrows #prayersofhonoring #thankyou Image @nataliegphotos
