Grief Garden

1 Aug

Loving isn’t always easy. It’s actually quite hard when somedays you can’t feel the sunlight upon your skin and everything that has never made sense catches up to you. The right action takes work and I’m trying to allow all of my frustrations and fears to be planted deep in spiritual grounding. If I tend to them, nourish them, and give them the room they need, they can grow into a beautiful Grief Garden. Born of struggle and hardship, toiled with labour and pain, and grown into something strongly and wildly amazing. Give me beauty for my ashes.

Signed and Sealed with Love,

Helen K

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