And then, unexpectedly, life sends you a little softness.
A kind conversation. An old acquaintance becoming a new friend. Intelligence and wit, warmth and charm. A reason to smile when smiling hasn’t come easily lately.
And somewhere in that lightness, I felt a spark of myself again.
I felt alive.
Not healed. Not finished grieving. My heart still aches for what I’ve lost.
But beneath the sadness, I could feel her.
The vibrant, sensual, beautiful woman I am. The woman who laughs and banters and feels deeply. Who is curious and warm and open to being delighted by life.
She didn’t disappear. Grief just dimmed her for now.
And perhaps that little spark was a reminder: the light is still mine.
It always was.
Sometimes, we just need a gentle, unexpected reminder that it’s still there.
"The vibrant, sensual, beautiful woman I am." Indeed !
I find it intriguing the way that as humans we can burn so hot and shine so bright sometimes, yet we remain complete unaware of the heat and brilliance we're providing to the world as the world sits there melting in that light.
Indeed, that light was always yours and we've had no trouble at all seeing it this entire time.
