journal-grief

27.1.2026

A contemplation on grief

It feels to me like grief is love that is stuck, that cannot flow, because we think the person or circumstance we love is lost to us.

So we block our love from flowing. That creates pain.

I have found that when I close my eyes and feel this pain fully, without holding on to the thoughts, but just feeling the sensation, and I pour a little love into myself at this spot, it starts to flow again, and the intensity of the pain turns into love of the same strength.

Tears flow - but they are not tears of suffering, but tears of love that is so strong my body cannot contain it any longer. I feel that my love is received - the ones on the other side do receive it. I feel no longer stuck or sad, but full of gratitude for everything we did (and do) share, for having someone so dear to my heart that allows me to feel this deeply. I feel the presence of all my ancestors, the loving family. They are all still here. Their love flows to me as freely as I am able to receive. I am never alone.

In this state, my heart wide open and receptive, I can speak to them, ask them for advice, thank them for their support, feel their loving presence wherever I go.

This is the blessing of grief.

It can burst your heart open and allow you into the realm of the heart, where your vision takes on a new dimension, as the threads you gaze along are not sunbeams made of light, but heartstrings made of unconditional love.

What a blessing to live in this marvelous creation.

Thank you.

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