There is something beyond the pain of grief that can be appreciated– if not exactly enjoyed
like a nice stinky cheese or a too-hot pepper.
A feeling of opening up instead of shutting down.
It can still be debilitating in a world driven by productively working through a predetermined to-do list.
But not in the way you might imagine.
It doesn’t crush you when you stop trying to hold it at a distance
It pulls you into its arms and takes you on a journey to a place where what isn’t
or wasn’t
or can’t be any longer
can be loved and appreciated and then allowed to melt
making room for the subtle sweetness of what is
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