After a day of grief literacy I wonder...

How did it come to be that

I would take this seat at the

feet of grief?

Is it the fault in the stars?

The seismic shift the heart experiences

with ever word of lived experinces shared,

every drop of each free’d tear,

every emotion unspoken, yet so clearly felt.

To sit down and ask

What do you know about grief?

To wait silently for the answer we all have known, all along.

A message from the Heart of the Hearth

Deep inhale…deep exhale.

And this is where I begin. Deep breathing as I find words to express myself and then share that expression here. Ive wanted a journal here to share my musings for some time now, but I hold back. I tell myself, who would want to read my unpolished writing? Do my stories even matter? Are my musings important? I recently learned that those questions and the voices that they are spoken through inside of me have a name, my i introduce you to my own personal “ Itty Bitty Shity Committee”. I can not coin that term as the name came from my therapist, but oh my what a relief some definition can bring, some naming of what is really going on inside my head! We all have our own Itty Bitty Shity Committee, and mine sure can be loud, and I am really working on my relationship with those ladies, my approach: acknowledgement, compassion and then telling them to please quiet down, as i am here to share my heart in hopes that my stories, experiences and musings may be of value to another, and if not, at-least the process of sharing them is supportive for me.