02/06/2026
Every time I have experienced grief, I felt like I was being completely shattered into pieces.
It’s that terrifying space where it feels like I am losing everything, and something inside me is falling apart so deeply that I don’t know how I’ll ever put it back together.
But in those exact moments of darkness, I have always felt a silent, persistent sense of light.
This light, this inner divine, is always present.
But perhaps we are normally unable to see it because we are so locked into our rigid structures and the routines of everyday life, taking everything for granted.
Life is so incredibly fragile. We are so fragile.
Loss has a brutal way of reminding us of that. But for me, spirituality is “something” that is eternal. It is unbreakable. It is always there.
In the end, it gives us hope. But even more than that, it forces us to open our eyes so that we can finally see this world with our real eyes. In a way, it is a profound awakening.
Grief is excruciatingly difficult for a human being. There is no bypassing the pain. But if we can allow the shattering to happen, and if we are able to find that encounter with the God within... we are truly blessed. 🤍