Hi, Friends. It’s been a while. A long while. As we move from the quiet, restorative energy of winter into all the life-giving energy of spring, I’ve spent quite a bit of time thinking and reflecting on my journey.
One of the core components of my “grief recovery project” was training myself to open my eyes to all the beauty in the world, no matter how ugly I believed myself or my life. I’ve worked hard to be present in each moment, and have learned to experience them with all six senses and be open to the beauty held within each of them.
Loyal readers know I’ve written about my grief journey extensively. (Thank you for sticking with me for five years!) I’m inching closer to Year Five in The AfterLoss. And as I look back, I realize I’ve written all I can, or want to, about grief and loss. You may have noticed longer and longer gaps between posts. I’m done. Not with my grief journey, those never end, but I’m done writing about it. I’m done looking in the rearview mirror to navigate my way forward. It’s time for me to turn around and face the future, pedal to the metal.
New Life and the Vernal Equinox
Today is the first day of spring. It seems like a perfect day to formally throw off my widow’s weeds and step out onto a new path. Bye-bye, Wandering Widow, grief podcast, and the almost finished self-help book. Hello, Unofficial Record of All The Beautiful Things, the not-so-random beauty that surrounds us every day. I’m not sure what the view from this new lane will look like, but I hope you’ll stick around for the ride.
Live Now. Dream Big. Love Fierce
P.S. I’ll still make the occasional podcast appearance and be around if you need someone to talk to about grief. XO, L