When we don’t process our grief - communal, ancestral, personal - it keeps us small, feeling tight and disconnected. It becomes like a noose around the neck of our life depleting our ability to be with the open flow of natural cycles.
When we surrender into the softening that grief offers, we remember the beauty and power deep in the wells of our love, our care, and our compassion.
As many wise folk have said over time, "the greater the sorrow the greater the joy".
The rainbow reminds us of this. For without all of its colors it would not be so glorious. Just as our human experience would be monotonic without the full colorful spectrum of emotion, each one being fully appreciated, experienced, and balanced.
Francis Weller refers to unprocessed grief as leading to a ‘flatlined life’. We know that in the emergency room, a flatline equates to the death of the heart - the end of life. The point here being that without a practice of processing our grief, we become more disconnected, callous, and indifferent which ultimately robs us of our life-force...our aliveness, joy, empathy, and love.