I have chills reading the Grief, Rest & the Lessons We Don’t Learn in School post. I thought I knew what grief was up until recently, and ruminating over the what if's threatened to destroy everything I had built. I too have found that journaling soothes and helps me release the feelings that need to be expressed that were used to being repressed in fear of what speaking my truth might bring. Thank you @Tim Gray and @Ayla Nova for all the wisdom you have shared over the last year and change, and the insight into grief you shared in this article. I also had to pinch myself because I was talking to a friend last night and she said to me you are at the point where you should start being able to see the shoreline. I said it’s funny you say that, for the longest time I felt like I just was lost in the middle of the ocean with no land in sight, fighting off a force that gripped me by my ankles, trying with all it's might to pull me down into the dark depths. Because of my yoga nidra practice, this community and my other healing modalities I practice daily, I do see the shoreline. I can’t touch the bottom, but white sandy beaches are beckoning me home towards self love and light, telling me to trust that I am safe and that this grief will soften and that the force that was trying to pull me down has lessened it's grip and will continue to do so. I also use these magnet letters on my fridge as well to remind myself of all the qualities I want to embody on this healing journey through grief and transformation, these little things give me strength and so does this community of wonderful souls 🌟