“… sometimes I extend the love and grace I give to others to these holy bones.”

It feels too small to hold the grief I am in; an active grief this time. A grief that nudges me to move, to think, to feel, to speak, to create. A grief that guides my dreams in ways I am trying to more fully understand… and not control. Instead of hiding in closets with a dog who loves deeper than the canyons of ache, I am clearing and releasing all of the things that are tying me here.