|Having returned home from a trip to Easter Island, at one point it dawned on me–|
Grief is like being plunked down on a distant island in the dark — strange terrain, not knowing your way, not even with a simple street light to guide you.
There is no map. No clear road ahead.
Only your inner compass, and the light of the moon overhead.
The stars are like your loved ones, shining down on you from Heaven above.
And the light of all, a reflection, of the light you hold within you.
And as you tune in very closely and listen to this light… you’ll find that it guides you every step of the way and you never have to go it alone.
From the light of the moon you gain your strength, the courage to take the very next step. And as you step and step and step…the landscape becomes less scary.
Before you know it, you find your way, with all your treasures in your heart and in hand.
Walking as a brave new person, with a new landscape to unfold.
By then it becomes an adventure — a daring new experience by the sea.
To walk and fumble, and hold yourself in love, until you finally find yourself free.
…This was another excerpt from my forthcoming grief journal.
I now have a selection of the Top 3 favorite title options from the various writing groups I belong to…and I was so surprised by the overwhelming favorite.
But first I’d love to hear from YOU! Which one do you like best? Or do you have a DIFFERENT idea that you think we’d all love?!
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And if you have an extra idea, you can always email me here, or leave a comment below!
Much love, and many blessings to you always,