Mourning Soul Still I Rise

Tears Are Good~
-🖊️Bryant McGill
Agapa

We All Need Grace~
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tiny buddha

Do what feels right for you.
May you each have a Lighthearted Christmas Season ❤️🌲❤️
🖊️🎨-Refuge in Grief

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-🖊️🎨Positively Present

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-daylight illustrations

We have to let Grief in..
To be able to
Let Grief out.
Trying to avoid the waves of grief is like standing still in sinking sand.
Grief must be Felt~
🦋-Inscripture

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-Charles Glassman

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~Tolkien

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Grief is Messy~
The After Glow
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~the empty chair
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Self care while on the Grief Journey may seem like the least of our worries, until the uncared self can no longer function.
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~Inscripture
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Love this by~ Ehine Ora
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~Benjamin Allen
So very true
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I’ve thrown some clothes in a bag and headed to the coast for a few days~

There’s thunder trapped inside her
There’s a storm that lies within
There’s a hurricane that’s building
And it’s growing with the wind

There’s a tsunami behind her eyes
An ocean in her lungs
And she’s navigating waters
She’s not sure she’ll overcome

For there’s a ship she’s sailing
That contains no maps or gold
Just the hurricanes and thunder
That are trapped within her soul

And on her stormy ship
She finds it’s easier to coast
Than to drop her heavy anchor
And ask for help to stay afloat

She’s struggling and lost at sea
And feeling all adrift
But because she’s not capsized yet
They don’t think she’ll ever sink

But gradually the water
Starts to creep over the edge
And the hurricanes and thunder
Start to rear their angry heads

She panics as this perfect storm
Starts swirling all around
And the ship fills ever faster
As the current pulls her down

Then the ocean that consumes her
Starts to fill her even more
‘Til her every breath is fighting
To avoid the ocean floor

And they never thought to question
When she said her ship was safe
So they slowly watch her sinking
‘Til they realise it’s too late

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Becky Hemsley 2020
Artwork created with Dall-E

Love to anyone trying to weather a storm right now. This poem is from my first collection https://a.co/d/3Lz502h

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I will never forget you or the love that you left behind. I don't want to move on, I want to embrace my grief and forever have you close to me, living in my heart until we meet again.⁠⁣

www.inscripture.com⁠⁣

~inspired living
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“It is terrible to lose a loved one... Such sadness doesn't just bruise, then fade away. It devastates. The only way back is to rebuild, stone by stone. And sometimes one hasn't the energy, or the inclination, and one sits among the ruins and waits for something to change. But nothing changes unless we stand up again, and keep picking up the stones.”
― Kimberley Freeman

By~ Laura Jane Illustrations

Take care of yourselves☀️

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By~ Heavenly White Doves
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Mourning Soul as well as my email are being scrubbed for scammers~ Please know the videos on the page are not from the original publisher.
We’ve moved into a private group as well as public newsfeed as Mourning Soul Still I Rise.

Thank you to the many who have found us and are sharing the info concerning the takeover of the page. I urge you to not watch the reels that were posted on the page. Every time someone clicks the reels, the scammers get paid.

Come on over to our private group, answer a couple of questions and enjoy the same atmosphere you enjoyed before evil took over🦋

~healing forest
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She’s seated on the ground in front of a stone that is decorated with my name. She’s crying, just like she usually does when she visits this place. She’s sharing her stories with me, both the good and the bad. She doesn’t know I’ve witnessed all the things she’s telling me about. How could she?

She’s telling me how desperately she wishes I were there with her and how she hates that I’m gone. She doesn’t know that I’m here, just as I promised. How could she? Every time she feels my presence and an undeniable sign of my love, she tucks it away as coincidence.

As her tears fall, she tells me how much she misses me, and though she can’t hear me, I say:
“I’m here, you simply cannot see. I’m here, looking after you and listening from afar. You are never alone. I’m still looking after you.”

Even crying she’s beautiful. Even from eternity I’m still blown away by the woman that she is. I wish she knew how I saw her and the way I still see her that same way from here.

Even though she can’t hear me, I say:
“I’m here, looking at you with enough pride to light the sky. I’m here, watching you and all the ways you make me proud. You’re incredible. I’m here, always, looking after you.”

She looks around like she’s waiting for someone. I know she’s searching for me the way she does with each new day and each new visit. She’s constantly searching for me and every single time I wish she knew, even though my heart stopped and my breath left my body, I’ve never left her.

Even though she can’t hear me, I say:
“Stop searching. You’ll never find me in the capacity that you’re looking for. I’m different now but still loving you the same, if not even more, from afar. Stop searching, my darling. I’m here, looking after you. I always am.”

The entire time she visits, I watch her carefully, as always. I listen intently, as always.
And even though she can’t hear me, I say:
“I look after you, always…
From heaven.
From eternity.
From afar.
From anywhere.

I’ll look after you, from up here, until we’re reunited.
I’ll look after you, always and forever.”

Eventually she’ll wipe her tears and stand to leave, instinctively looking back one last time like she always does, and even though she can’t see me, I’m there. Always there, looking after her.

xox, Chels

Written by Chelsea Ohlemiller.
Happiness, Hope & Harsh Realities

-The Heaven Phone - Sydnei Kaplan
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