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.⠀ LIKE A LION⠀ Shedding layers, things that you loved, is a process through which you may experience grief that is deeper that you could have previously comprehended. ⠀ .⠀ This has been a season of shedding. Of letting go of things I loved, that I didn’t realize were holding me back. Of having to release things I wasn’t even aware I care about. It hurts. But sometimes there is relief and expansion in the pain. ⠀ . ⠀ Last week, I had to release something I didn’t realize was hurting me. This week, I had to release something I didn’t realize I cared about. Sometimes we have to let go to see. ⠀ .⠀ Today, I was processing all this while driving to a mortgage appointment at @RBC with an inspiring, empowered woman, #CherylHildebrand. She released a job with a salary, to do something without security that made her heart sing. More about her and the home I’m hoping to put an offer on with @quadraislandrealestateteam in a future post. ⠀ .⠀ Today, it’s my turn to tell my story of release. As I was driving, feeling vulnerable and exposed and alone, to the bank to follow and trust a process, buying a home, in a time that does not make sense, in a time of crisis, words started flowing. Since we’re not allowed to text and drive, I quickly grabbed my notebook and wrote: ⠀ .⠀ Grief is a tricky beast. These days have held loss after loss. Just when I think I can’t stand one more loss, something else shifts, leaving an empty space. ⠀ .⠀ My only solace comes from the fact a wise woman once told me that the universe can take empty spaces and fill them with good things. I choose to believe her. Even though I’ve been left naked. Vulnerable. But not alone. ⠀ .⠀ I suppose sometimes weeds need to be yanked out, and sometimes even flowers you love for nourishing, vibrant new growth to emerge. Perhaps it’s those spaces that will allow creativity, expression, love, and forgiveness to flow freely again. Maybe you need to lose everything you were grasping to so tightly to see your own strength, to listen to your inner voice that has been quietly waiting to be heard. ⠀ .⠀ Perhaps the weeds aren’t weeds at all. But dandelions. Roar like a lion woman, roar. Roar with grief. Roar with praise.