The cleanup begins. Bulldozer or broom, the damage has been done. The imprint made.
Such polarity, one side of the street to the next. They’ll tell you to lift up your bootstraps and get to work. Great, OK, but where are those boots anyway?
Surrender. Give in to those tears of released fear, anger and frustration, overwhelm. Let them fall and then wipe your face. Today, right now, you begin to reclaim and recycle. You put one foot in front of the other and move.
Allow in the kindness of strangers. Take help when you can. Support your neighbors. Take the embrace when offered, give me embrace when needed. These small actions will begin to fill your spirit, bring you back to yourself.
Minute by minute. Hour by hour. Day by day. You’ll find your way through this sorrow and grief. You will. You will find your way.