I am reminded that grief comes in many forms and teachings. I recognize my own grief witnessing my dad lose majority of his physical capacities while his mind slips into dementia. I recognize my own grief witnessing long term relationships shift and change; I recognize my own grief in the destruction of mama earth due to ignorance, sense of helplessness, lack of political and personal will and resources; I recognize my own grief in the violence committed to youth existing on the margins; I witness my own grief not being able to do more and be more in the fight for social justice; I recognize my own grief in letting go of expectations of wanting others to be and do more. There is a multitude of grief upon me and I know I am not alone and I know this is the practice and these are the teachings.
Thank you adrienne maree brown for this:
If there happens to be a multitude of grief upon you, individual and collective, or fast and slow, or small and large add equal parts of these considerations:
That the broken heart can cover more territory.
That perhaps love can only be as large as grief demands.
That grief is the growing up of the hear that bursts boundaries like an old skin or a finished life.
That grief is gratitude.
That water seeks scale, that even your own tears seek the recognition of community.
That the heart is frontline and the fight is to feel in a world of distraction.
That death might be the only freedom.
That your grief is a worthwhile use of your time.
That your body wil feel only as much as it is able to.
That the ones you grieve may be grieving you.
That the sacred comes from the limitations.
That you are excellent at loving.
adrienne maree brown