"Grieving can strip us of our mental structures, and disconnect us from the other forms in our lives: possessions become devalued in the face of sorrow. You are now primed and ready for that shift in consciousness that the universe asks of each of us. "
I found the above in a group of writings about grieving. The words struck a chord in me as I realized that grieving had indeed stripped me of my "mental structures and disconnected me from the other forms in my life." What had once seemed so important faded and, in some cases, disappeared in the face of my sorrow. What did a writing success or anything else matter compared to my loss?
Lately, I've begun to find pleasure in some things again, especially with the birth of a new granddaughter. How could I not take joy in this tiny scrap of life who is fighting so hard to eat and to grow stronger? She reminds me that there is much good in life, even when my heart is still aching, still hurting.
Joy for today: remembering there is much good in life despite pain.