May 9, 2020
2 min read
Walking With The Divine
The Beginning — The journey beyond grief
I was twelve years old. Months after my mother had died — I was still struggling to find my feet. My grief felt like a heavy cloak I never took off. I instinctively would flee to the woods and climb a favorite tree.
There in the solace of Her branches, I cried my pain dry until I could face My Life again.
