One summer in my twenties, five people I knew - including dear loved ones - died. I felt so numb for months and months. I was dancing in two small companies at the time and the hours spent moving my body in the studio are the only things that buoyed me through life. I’m always so thankful for the way moving my body helps me process feelings of any size.
This. Beautiful letter, Marek. One of my favorite analogies of grief feels poignant here...
Grief is like carrying a rock in your pocket. At first, you notice how heavy it is all the time, and the weight is a constant burden. But over time, you grow stronger, and while you still carry the rock with you always, you notice it less. It stops feeling so heavy.
One summer in my twenties, five people I knew - including dear loved ones - died. I felt so numb for months and months. I was dancing in two small companies at the time and the hours spent moving my body in the studio are the only things that buoyed me through life. I’m always so thankful for the way moving my body helps me process feelings of any size.
Sending you peace <3
Thank you for sharing this, Katt ❤️ Movement has saved me so many times.
This. Beautiful letter, Marek. One of my favorite analogies of grief feels poignant here...
Grief is like carrying a rock in your pocket. At first, you notice how heavy it is all the time, and the weight is a constant burden. But over time, you grow stronger, and while you still carry the rock with you always, you notice it less. It stops feeling so heavy.
Caroline, I love your analogy and I appreciate you taking a moment to read today's post. It means more than you know.