Sorrow is a beautiful thing when it arrives.  But it hurts, like an arrow.

It asks to be seen, embraced by the aching heart and washed by the fall of courageous tears. Sorrow will sit on the window sill until you are ready, and with  help from the small sparrow, will guide you back into your own beloved heart.



One thought on “Sorrow

  1. Yes how true. That deep pain needs light, yet letting it out is such a delicate exercise. A trusted friend who can guide the process without being in a hurry, or judgmental or needing to relate it to their own experience is indeed a true and rare gift. Thank you Ana.


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