-4 degrees, clear
28 inches of snow on the ground
I was probing with my thoughts yesterday, looking for the ache in my heart that is the memory of Dinky, and couldn't find it. Of course, I was moving tenderly, cautiously, for fear of the wrenching grief. So I didn't move too close to my center and I didn't deliberately pour out the memories of her. I was just taking inventory of my emotional state and seem to be doing okay.
I presume this means only that I have walled the pain and grief off into a separate place in my heart, somewhere safe so I can continue to function without collapsing into tears. And sadly, I fear that I have grown accustomed to grieving, as I bury my heart--piece by piece--and move on. The terrain of mourning is familiar to me.
I know this place...
28 inches of snow on the ground
I was probing with my thoughts yesterday, looking for the ache in my heart that is the memory of Dinky, and couldn't find it. Of course, I was moving tenderly, cautiously, for fear of the wrenching grief. So I didn't move too close to my center and I didn't deliberately pour out the memories of her. I was just taking inventory of my emotional state and seem to be doing okay.
I presume this means only that I have walled the pain and grief off into a separate place in my heart, somewhere safe so I can continue to function without collapsing into tears. And sadly, I fear that I have grown accustomed to grieving, as I bury my heart--piece by piece--and move on. The terrain of mourning is familiar to me.
I know this place...
