Challenge
"The uses of sorrow"
"Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift." (Mary Oliver) Poetry or prose.
Welcome Sorrow
There is a time and a place for Sorrow. Let Sorrow make a home in you.
Sorrow bathes and lathers.
It soothes.
Sorrow is a strange thing.
Sorrow is the weeds in our soul.
Try to purge it and it grows back as quickly as it came.
Sorrow makes the world stark and real.
Sorrow creates a want for more.
Sorrow is the hallowed breath.
Listen.
Sorrow blooms gratefulness.
Awe.