I hope today’s post finds you well. I am anxious to share something else with you, but I feel I must wait until the dear person who shared it with me grants their permission, so instead I will write about what happened on Friday in the late afternoon. I had spent the day working on an essay for final hand-in, and in part celebrating the anniversary of the blog.
Near the end of the day, I looked out of a window, and saw that the sky was full of my favourite type of clouds. I had to take a picture, so I’m going to share it here.
The days when the sky seems to put on such a spectacular show are my favourites. These particular pink clouds are a true symbol of hope for me. Almost as if somebody wants me to sit back and take note of all that is wonderful in the world. A lot remains that is wonderful, and there will be more wonderful things in the future. It’s a recent realisation, but I’m slowly getting to a point at which I feel like I’m healing. It’s true that healing sometimes involves steps we never think we’ll need to take, but often these are the only way it will happen.
I still have a long way to go, but I will reach a place of peace with the experiences I have had. Some of them I may have to ‘forget’, but there will be freedom from them. It’s just a case of putting one foot in front of the other and seeing where that takes me. I sincerely hope that I can share what I would have liked to share today in my next post, and I will try to make sure that I can.
What gives you hope in your grief journey? Please feel free to share in the comments.
Wishing you peace and strength on your journeys,