What if grief was a pen and it would start writing? What would it write?
What if grief was a voice? What would it sing?
What if grief was a cauldron? What would it stir?
What if grief was a wave? How would it ebb and flow?
What if grief was a body? How would it move or dance?
What if grief was a gateway ? Where would it lead to?
What if grief was sacred? What prayer would it be?
What if grief was love? Where would it flow?
What if grief was a paintbrush? What would it paint?
Why is joy glorified and grief undermined?
What if grief was a cave ? Would you feel safe to go inside and rest?
Why is it so important to be okay all the time?
Why does society not advocate breaking down?
Doesn’t the nature deconstruct in order to reconstruct?
Aren’t we integral aspects of nature too?
Aren’t we nature personified?
What if grief was connected to bringing us close to our true nature?
What if grief was water? What would it wash away?
What if grief was fire? What would it transform and birth?
What if grief was air? What would it communicate, carry or clear?
What if grief was earth ? What would it absorb?
What if grief was the key to everything we lock inside our hearts?
What if grief is the gateway to our soul?
Header Photo by Tatiana Syrikova