Something I have done occasionally throughout my life but so often in the past many months, is weep and walk and vice versa.
Sometimes I am walking, whether toward a destination or as meditation, and grief hits so hard that tears flow. Sometimes the tears come first and I start walking.
Walking and weeping remind me that grief and life are inseparable.
Whether walking, wheeling, or gliding, we are carrying immense amounts of grief as we move through life. Grief that cannot and should not be held back.
Sometimes I walk until I can no longer walk, but the tears still continue. Grief moves on its own path on its own time.
What I know is that grief can be a companion. It shows me that even when my body can’t my heart can.
Even when our bodies can seem limiting or finite, our hearts are not.
So that grief that I carry when I am weeping and walking is also accompanied by gratitude. Thank you for carrying on, grief, when it seems everything in me cannot. Thank you for making me feel when my mind cannot even fathom time or space.
I am grateful that grief can be grounding.
When I feel grief, I know I am alive.
Grief and gratitude. Weeping and walking. Walking and weeping.
May my heart never recover, so that I will revolt forever.
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