Hi,
I've had the privilege of witnessing moments of beauty born of grief recently. They’ve been subtle moments that otherwise would go unnoticed if not for the fact they stop me, envelop me in something entirely visceral.
These moments happen far more often than I’m aware of them. Every now and then however, I’m gifted an glimpse into these precious, delicate, life-affirming moments. They’re raw and sometimes tentative, uncertain expressions, always vulnerable.
They’re acts of trust – of self, with other and in so much more than either.
They’re stories revealed in conversation, through the sharing of story – the whole story. Others have been stories where words are obsolete, stories that only music can tell.
Each are a courageous act of defiance – to hurt, to be betrayed and broken, to be dealt one of life’s inevitable shit-shows of a hand and to show up, again, and again. To stay open just enough to release some of the pressure of the pain and trusting it to be witnessed by someone or something.
This post is an acknowledgment of those dancing with that dichotomy of pain and love, who are losing themselves in between and at the same time maybe finding themselves somewhere else, somewhere entirely unfamiliar and new.
Or perhaps simply surrendering with exhaustion and resentment – defeated, depleted with hope abandoned long ago. Such acts of surrender are a thing of beauty, too.
This post is an acknowledgment of you and your heart. For being and beating here in this time of uncertainty, amidst it all. This is an acknowledgment of anyone making it all just a little more bearable for others through sharing your heart, your grief and sadness, your longing and love.
May these open hearts be doors through which we’re all invited to walk, closer to something more kind and more true, more safe and more human, more beautiful.
Something that feels like home.
Michael
So beautiful Mikey ❤️