As you wait in the dark, be brave.
Let your body feel whatever it feels.
Let your heart drift unanchored.
For a time, be lost.
more concerned about itself.
Even Yosemite with its mountains and rivers
will seem cold when you first return.
Be true to grief.
You do not have to be happy,
or smile for friends when you’re shopping,
or pretend to care about anything.
Come. Sit beside me.
We’ll drink coffee and talk about grief’s hesitations.
We’ll lean back into the warm, afternoon sun
and share where we are broken.
One day your wild, compassionate heart
will yearn to love again.
You will open the door and say Yes.
We will be waiting.