Walking with Grief

Some days carry a heavier weight, and today, the cloak of grief draped the fabric of my day...

I’m not feeling well today either, maybe when your body’s defenses are down, your emotional shield thins too.

My journey to Boulder has unfolded with a gentle kindness, especially following such enchanting, magical wanderings in the Bay Area.

Yet, while I am grateful to be surrounded by the warmth of a caring community here, I can’t help but notice the heart that Boulder once had feels like it’s missing.

Gradually, my body is adjusting to the higher altitude and the crisp embrace of the winter season.

I can still sense the faint echoes of inflammation left by Covid, seemingly more pronounced in this new environment.

Giving yourself time to grieve in the right way, to honor the HUGE transitions and imitations of this last year, is what I can really do for myself.

Knowing the new life I will dream into being will come through in its right time.

For now, I can place it on the altar and allow myself to be exactly where I am...