Today, I grieve.

I woke up heartbroken.

Sometimes that happens.

There is much to be heartbroken about, and yet the central question (why?) feels suddenly weighty. What, specifically, caused today’s heartbreak? Our destruction of the planet? Our senseless hatred of each other? The hoarding of wealth? Or the summary of them all: our disinclination to truly listen to each other and ourselves.

Ever since I can remember, there have been these days, once or twice during the year, where I just feel sad, in pain. And always, I try to find the key reason, the trigger that made today the day to grieve.

Today I choose to just sit with it. Letting my body breathe me. Letting the earth hold me. Letting go of the need to know.

There is much to be heartbroken about.

And there is just as much to make the heart want to soar. We need space for both grief and gratitude to let themselves be felt, in order to free us up to act.