“The years long recovery of a young woman losing her mother is a bizarre and beautiful one. Grief wears many masks, each one with their own unique lessons and powerful teachings. Denial, anger, mourning, distraction, loneliness. Each one has brought with it stepping stones on my path to wholeness.

All Darkness has its teachings, if only you’re willing to embrace them. “

I open my lungs wide and allow my pain to match the roar of the River in front of me. It’s a strange feeling. We’re often taught to be quiet and still; that if your Being is too loud it may make the world around you uncomfortable. But the storm within me is too loud, too strong. It must be released. I scream till my lungs ache. I cry till my throats sore. I feel the blood rushing to my face, my neck. To release such sounds so willingly, is a sweet freedom indeed.

Apparently a status I made last week has some people SHOOK.