That’s really what grief has taught me. That I can survive. I used to be afraid that if I experienced grief it would overcome me and I wouldn’t be able to survive the flood of it, that if I actually felt it I wouldn’t be able to get back up. It’s taught me that I can feel it and it won’t swallow me whole. But we come from a culture where we think people have to be strong. I’m a big believer in being vulnerable, open to grief. That is strength. You can’t know joy unless you know profound sadness. They don’t exist without each other.

Yes, I have a plan for the day, I will go to work, I will mow the lawn, et cetera. But I surrender to the knowledge that my plans are just a working blueprint. There will be changes, paths I didn't expect. Wonderful surprises, maybe scary surprises. There will be situations that will lead me on new journeys. I trust that all this will lead me in a direction that will bring my being, my soul, to its greatest unfolding.