Sometimes grief shows up with an unfamiliar face.
When I find myself grieving the loss of aspects of myself that I tossed aside simply because I was not prepared to accept them.
Where are they now? And who am I without them?
My soul remains whole but my persona feels fractured. Broken.
But it is my light that pours forth from these cracks. (Thank you, Leonard Cohen.)
And then there are the aspects of myself tethered in post traumatic stress.
And times when I feel completely misunderstood by others who can not see my light.
So much betrayal and fear consumes my heart.
And so I grieve. Not just the death of loved ones who have passed but I grieve for the lost illusion of myself.
I graciously offer it all to pass in the wind and I allow the momentary storm to subside.
