As we circle our wagons of sadness, denial, overwhelm, torment, anger, resignation and perhaps acceptance
We may look to Pachamama
And glimpse
That grief is a bridge between our world and another
And we can venture onto the bridge
And ask
How do I best serve this grief?
What is grief asking of me?
Deeper
And if we serve, climbing bravely down, down into the heart of grief
She will touch and speak to us – of creation, of life, of love
And reality shifts
Broken-open-hearted