The other day my friend Olivia tweeted, "Grief makes everything overwhelming," a truth if ever there was one. I'm planning to write more tomorrow, Elliott's birthday, but I hit a Big Wall of Grief today. At first I just thought I was crabby and hormonal until I realized I'm feeling profound sadness viscerally missing my boy. God DAMMIT I HATE DEATH.
So, suddenly yet completely, today became overwhelming. For about an hour I tried to power through -- kept working, told myself it's only packing candle orders, simple enough -- but I can't do it. Pushing myself today feels like cruelty.
"Cradle your wounded places like precious babies," wrote SARK. That's the quote on zena moon's honoring sorrow candle. I'm honoring my sorrow by taking some gentle time off to cradle myself. Honor sorrow, honor Elliott, honor love, honor life.
Recent Comments