The Guest House This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
I like your suggestion of letting people be there for you. Sometimes when we are in the hole with ragged edges( like in your picture illustration) we just want to left alone but letting the RIGHT people in, may be key to getting out of that hole safely and faster.
Thanks for the great post Ije but no thanks for getting me all in my feelings.
Thanks for deep, sorrowful and yet comforting post on grief. It got me all emotional and a bit teary eyed. I can relate to everything you wrote especially "not knowing how to be".
....Nice One Ijay! We only have to be strong and keep going; The God of all comfort has got our back !!! Weldone !
Ijeee,such a wonderful write up . Grieffff 🤔🤔 such a necessary exercise to go through with loss.You might not even get over it for years.
Am proud of you, coz .
Thank you for capturing grief so succinctly. Really how do we be...
I like your suggestion of letting people be there for you. Sometimes when we are in the hole with ragged edges( like in your picture illustration) we just want to left alone but letting the RIGHT people in, may be key to getting out of that hole safely and faster.
Thanks for the great post Ije but no thanks for getting me all in my feelings.
Thanks for deep, sorrowful and yet comforting post on grief. It got me all emotional and a bit teary eyed. I can relate to everything you wrote especially "not knowing how to be".