The healing begins

Claire Elaine
Sep 3, 2018 · 2 min read
By geralt

Grief, it can sit like a dead weight in your body and soul, a somehow strangely comforting weight, like the weight of heavy blankets on a cold night, a comfort you return to whenever the slightest sadness occurs in your life.

It gives focus to hurt, explains why you are so sad, even if, this particular sadness has no relation to previous grief. It is as if the new sadness finds good company in the old grief.

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Claire Elaine

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Channelled spiritual writings from a 50 something, non-religious Australian woman

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