Waiting on Angels
19 Mar 2015
42 days. Made it to the finish line of this curious race. These 42 days have led me outside of the walls of grief. I’m now able to look outward. Forward. Around.
There is the ever-nagging wondering in my deepest self. Wondering if the weariness will ever ebb. Wondering where she is now. Wondering where I went and if I’ll be back. Wondering if there will be a day without tears.
“We are like [ ] of light, and bits of us remain where we have been, while other parts streak off to elsewhere.“ - Rabbi David Wolpe
At the beginning of my 4th year of grief, I embarked upon a 6-week daily drawing meditation. It worked to help me turn away from complicated grief and toward hope.