#healthy grieving

I used to grieve and cry in the morning, then escape in the afternoon to my favourite cafe. They play 50's and 60's music which was the backdrop to my childhood and teenage years. Breka is my Tardis, and I time-travel. One minute I'm 4, the next 12, the third 16, and back again. Each age has a family memory.

When it became too intense, I would dance. Loved it, as it transformed grief and pain and moved them out of my body. Movement heals.

Feeling it, revealing it, then healing it.

Once, a young man said, "You're an artist. This should be on YouTube." Wow. That stunned me. A couple of people saw the story behind the dance and commented, "I think my family is your family." That I loved. To tell a story in movement, and have it seen.

And isn't that what we all want, to have our story seen? And appreciated.