For The Part Of You Carrying Sorrow

,Dear one

Grief is a powerful medicine

,Not the kind that fixes or forces

.but the kind that softens

.That clears the space for something true to rise

.It doesn’t always arrive with thunder

.Sometimes it slips in quietly

,in a passing thought

,a scent

,a memory

.an image

.You don’t have to go all the way into it

.You don’t have to explain why it’s there

.You can simply meet it

,in silence

,in stillness

.in the smallest way you know how

.Place your hand on your heart

.Breathe into the ache

.Let your eyes well up if they need to

.Let nothing make sense for a little while

.This is the medicine

.The permission to not be okay

.The courage to feel what’s real

.The quiet miracle of being honest with your own heart

,Grief often feels like a longing for somewhere familiar

,a version of yourself you once knew

.a sense of home within

.And as much as we try, we can’t always find our way back on our own

,Lately I’ve been listening to Cold Little Heart by Michael Kiwanuka

:One of my favorite lyrics from the song is

"I tried to find my way back home, but I can’t make it alone"

If you’d like to sink into the feeling with me, you can listen to it
HERE

And if you’d like a place to begin meeting your grief with more gentleness

:here’s a journaling prompt that may support you

?Is there a buried pain within you one you may have minimised, ignored, or never fully admitted to yourself

Lastly, I’ve been feeling a deep call

.to gather again

,To sit in circle with those who long to meet themselves more honestly

.who are craving space to feel, reflect, and simply be

.If this resonates with you, keep an eye out

.There’s something forming, and you’ll hear from me soon

,With all tenderness

Hanan