Grief

Grief is the ache of wanting what once was, while resisting the truth of what now is. It is the soul's protest to change, the heart's refusal to accept that all things must shift, in order to grow.

People come, people go, some far sooner than we could ever imagined. The unimaginable heartbreak.

Grief is the essence left behind. To hold it tightly, to cling to it, to struggle in letting it go, keeps us rooted in that loss we continue to feel. But to release it, to bless it, to let it pass like a tide returning to sea, making space for life to continue.

Not in forgetting, but in honoring the sacred space where love once lived. That love is still there, a love that moved between space and time. It's sometimes the physical loss that hurts most, and not the passing of the soul.

Conversations that never happened, intentions left unmet, an embrace that can never be a hug, and a longing for something that will never return in the way we knew it to be.

Grief is a reminder to cherish each moment, for those moments will one day cease to come. Speak your heart, share those words with the ones you hold close, never fear judgement, and always lead with love.

The worst judgement is the judgement of self, met with the broken heart of regret.

Love, a conscious heart that knows grief, loss and regret. I refuse to meet my time with regret in my heart. Speak bold, love hard, and no regrets.