I promised to get out of the house yesterday, to connect with nature. Suddenly 20 years since we last celebrated my godmother’s birthday together seemed heavy. It’s a loss I know nobody can fully understand and I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemies.
Grief can still choke you, even while staring at a beautiful sunset and you’re grateful for the memories.
I inhaled and reminded myself to take it one tiny step at a time and that’s when a white feather washed ashore.
©ZeinaA.G
Writing With An Open Heart 