Surfing the waves of grief...

Love + grief.

Related?

Brother + sister?

Parent + child?

One + opposite?

Whole vs empty? Hmmm.

How do you hold love + grief in the same container?

Delicately.

Fiercely.

Feeling + consuming them

in one breath...

Waves of ebb + flow

Allowing the waves to come + go

As you let yourself be washed over with the love

Not fighting. Just feeling.

Jumping to meet the crash of the grief,

even though it might knock you over.

Ebb.

Flow.

Crash.

Flow.

You live at this beach now.

The waves don't scare you anymore...

You've learned to surf.

You're home.