In the tomb

Sometimes grief feels like entombment, as if we have entered a cave, and someone has rolled a big rock over the opening. There is nothing but darkness in our hearts, minds, spirits. There is a sense that we can't move, can't get enough air, can't see a way forward. And, the truth is, we can't. We must enter into this time of darkness. We must rest there, if rest is the right word. We must let ourselves simply stop. The trouble is, the world wants us to keep moving, expects us to keep moving, demands that we keep moving. Others are uncomfortable with us stopping in our grief. We must give ourselves permission.