There’s no other cure for grief than grief itself. And it asks us to feel it fully, to feel the complete absence.
David Whyte
There’s no other cure for grief than grief itself. And it asks us to feel it fully, to feel the complete absence.
David Whyte
In the morning, I step out my front door
To see the diamonds shining on the lawn
With a cup of joe in my hands
Warming my fingers
I listen to the birds sing their song
Greeting the day in all its glory