So my grief withers the world around me. You want me to bring back the sunlight I can’t feel, to coax the world back into growth and warmth–but what if I tell you the source of that growth and warmth is joy?
Are you really telling me that if the world depended on your heart, you would never allow a winter?
I promise you, when my heart returns to wholeness, the world will bloom again and you will bloom with it.