Grief Is Eros
Grief is Eros.
It bubbles up from within us with a certain kind of vitality.
It has aliveness.
When I feel the heavy sensation of my grief sitting on my chest. I know I need to give it motion.
At first I thought it meant I needed to cry.
But what I’ve learned is that it’s not always a sorrow that is called for.
It is expression.
It wants to be channeled through my body.
To be given shape, structure, or flow.
It wants to find an outlet, a meaning.
It wants to be honored.
If we understand that so much of grief is love longing. Love unrequited. We understand the energetics of it.
Love is beautiful when it circulates.
Love is crushing when it doesn’t.