“…When Spring first emerges, there’s no hard boundary between it and the preceding Winter, just as there is no hard line between a period of immediate grief and it morphing into the rest of your life. Winter and Spring blend together for days and sometimes weeks on end, fighting with each other so that only gradually do we fully trust that sunnier days are here to stay for a while…”

“…Grief gave me the power to remember what I loved most about this thing that I didn’t know I was supposed to grieve when I lost it. It gave me the strength to recall the moments of joy with this thing, when I was struggling with it being gone. And those tears gave me clear sight to see what wheat was doing to my body, knowing that I desperately needed to make this change for my health…”

We don’t know what the future looks like. What it holds for us.

We aren’t in control, and it feels scary and raw and sets our hearts racing.

When we face the unknowns of death but also those of sudden change, of disruptions and turmoils whose faces we have never seen before remember: we have been here before.