04/13/2026
The thing about grief is that it takes it's own time to journey thru it.
And grief journey is a nice term that we use to say "find the way back to a sense of new normal as the days carry on".
In a few days it will mark 6 months since my incredible husband left this realm, and i spent most of the time in that 6 months finding comfort in solitude, allowing myself the time and space to rest and digest all that has happened.
But I made him a promise that I would continue to live fully- for him- and for me.
So I'm also blooming with the rest of the flowers in southern Massachusetts. Out for walks in the woods, nightly mediation, and staying committed to daily yoga and pranayama practice.
But here's the truth- it's still hard to push thru and do it. Even making it down the hall to my beautiful yoga room is too difficult sometimes.
A mat next to the bed with the dog toys and laundry that needs to be put away is sufficient. Yes. That is enough.
As I practice my muscles remind me how much I have been closed off & boarded up. When I breathe into these spaces and get to know them once again, I'm filled with tears. For myself, for him, for remembering how to live, for blooming like a spring flower- as I also emerge from the cold dark winter.