speaking into sadness

I need to speak into sadness. Let it be what it is.

The light here is beautiful.

The grasses are long and flowering, daisies sprouting up in between.

I love the dance of them in the breeze. One of my favorite things is a field of wildflowers with wide mowed paths for walking.

The play of light and shadow today is beautiful. There are drops of water sparkling in the sunlight.

This place is peaceful, I am thankful of it.

I will let myself speak into my sadness, my loss, the challenges of being here. In this place, on this earth, in this time.

I will let myself grieve and soften.

I will let myself go slow, doing just one thing at a time and letting stillness and quiet be okay.