“Un-winged and naked, sorrow surrenders its crown to a throne called grace.”
― Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams
What is surviving if there is no healing and wholeness to be won? What are we surviving for if not joy? Often the road to healing finds us face to face with our sorrows almost constantly…
Sorrow changes us, strips us down to nothing and leaves us raw, un-winged and naked. It is in sorrow we lose ourselves. It is the complete absence of joy and it is devastating. Heavy is the head and heart that carries only sorrow.
Sorrow feels dark and cavernous. There is so much pain in the darkness but, if we care to look beyond, we might find, a glimmer of grace too, like a beacon to lead us out of the dark. In the absence of joy, it is possible to surrender to grace. It is there we might find forgiveness.
We deserve forgiveness, we deserve grace.
Grace is the bridge between sorrow and joy. To sit in it for any amount of time is to sit with our own divinity. Grace is a choice we can make when sorrow has been thrust upon us like a much too heavy crown. It is the thing that can bring us back to ourselves and we should sit in it often and rejoice.
We can be transformed by grace and when we learn to give it to ourselves, freely, we make it easier to bestow on others.
As we walk our path of healing, may grace bring you back to joyful things, where we may revel in love again, Brown girls. Our joy matters.