"So it's true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love."
― E.A. Bucchianeri
When we sit with our Grief and make genuine peace with it, we find a dear friend in the certain transformation that enters the internal conversation of healing. If we do not look away from what has ripped our Being apart, we can stand firmly in front of what has fragmented everything we thought we were; when we do not bow out or push the emotions down deeper inside, we get this gift that can be found in the power of being present in a moment of horror. We give our inherently powerful mind the ability to inform that damned devil that dwells on Griefs lapels, that we can enter this hell-bent arena of anguish and fight for our beautiful gift, that is named love.
In essence, you have gifted yourself the reminder that you can heal through a soul-shattering loss solely by sitting with the beasts' anguish that dances around the fires, swirling inside of you, threatening to burn your heart to ashes.
Profound Grief is the price of profound love, and I'd pay it repeatedly to give and receive that kind of love this life can provide. From the ashes, the phoenix will rise.