I have lived between the tides of grief and grace— pulled toward the depths one moment, lifted by light the next. Some days, sorrow arrives like a storm-driven sea, cold and relentless against my shore. Other days, grace finds me quietly— in birdsong, in sunlight on water, in the simple act of carrying on. I no longer fight the currents— I let them shape me; let them teach me that healing is not the absence of grief, but learning how to float between the waves.
I love the idea of not fighting the currents, but being shaped by them. So often we try to control life... rather than taking a breath and seeing where it takes us.
Your words and that wave speak the same language. Light still riding the crest while the dark water gathers beneath. Exactly how grief and grace move through me.
I am learning, like you, to stop fighting the current and let it teach me how to float.
That shift from fighting the currents to simply learning how to float is such a gentle, deeply comforting way to look at how we survive our heaviest days. Beautiful Jo ✨
I love the idea of not fighting the currents, but being shaped by them. So often we try to control life... rather than taking a breath and seeing where it takes us.
Thank you very much! 🖤🌙
Love this Jo
Thanks, Emily.
This resonates and is really beautifully done.
Thanks so much!
So amazing 💛💛💛
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Beautiful and resonating. <3
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Beautiful 💖✨
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Beautiful work.
Thank you!
As long as you don't swing too far in either direction
Your words and that wave speak the same language. Light still riding the crest while the dark water gathers beneath. Exactly how grief and grace move through me.
I am learning, like you, to stop fighting the current and let it teach me how to float.
Thank you for this tender mirror of the tide.
That shift from fighting the currents to simply learning how to float is such a gentle, deeply comforting way to look at how we survive our heaviest days. Beautiful Jo ✨