The Space of Life

It's super vulnerable to publically process through my experience with grief, but since I chose to make it public through this little blog of mine, and because so many of you have been on this journey with me, I am continuing to process with you. Thank you for your continued Grace and support of me.

About 3 years ago I wrote this post about being in the space where some of Matt's ashes are. The poem emerged through a very ethereal experience and is one I value as a part of my journey.

I returned there this week and another poem emerged about my process with grief now and the wrestling I have done over the last several days because of it. It's a bit wobbly, but I want it documented here, with you.
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The Space of Life

I am at The Sacred

where life and death

cohabitate.

Where the majestic and

the broken

lays its head.

Where growth, change, and Life

emerge despite doubt and fear.

I’ve suffered this week--holding the

weight of what could have been--holding the

should be--

trying to recognize this weight and still

trying to see that life can be

Life.

 And here I am in the space of Life

hearing, seeing, feeling, tasting, touching,

Being.

I see the pictures of you.

I cherish.

I wrestle.

I release. 

You see what I can’t;

what I shouldn’t.

You release.

You give.

You honor.   

I am free.

You were the Was.

It does not imprison me.
I am in the Is.

There is Life and Hope

Here,

and There,

in me.

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If you are new to the blog or you don't know my story, I invite you to read this post or this post. 

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