So beautiful! After my husband passed unexpectedly 11 years ago, I definitely experienced a “crisis of my heart.” Part of my grieving process was writing when I could muster up the energy. About nine months into my grief, I wrote a poem entitled, “River in My Heart” about how my heart contained both a River of Grief AND a River of Joy. I described the two-in-one River as “same River, different hour.” I had never envisioned prior to my poem that our hearts are similar to rivers, and they change (“a river is never the same river twice”), yet they also contain a constant —God. I believe this wholeheartedly, for where else would God be present? (Of course I believe we also have a soul.)
In summary, I want to thank you for writing and sharing with us your experience. You touched me— yes, in my heart. 🩷
Hi Christine, thank you for that thoughtful response. The deeper I go into my own heart and the deeper I go into my writing practice, the more I discover how similar all of us really are. It’s almost a paradox the deeper I go into myself the more I see and find you and all of us.
Oh Darius, this brought tears to my eyes in the best possible way. Thank you for the reminder that God’s river is here and ready and waiting for me to dip my toes in it, or even jump in, clothes and all!
You are amazing and thank you for sharing this! We all need a reminder to grow and flow with the changes of life. To be present and still balance all we do. 💙 Bless all of you in your new routine💫
Really lovely. I remember the same kind of wake up call when I foster/adopted my daughter at 7. I wasn't an only child, but my whole adult life up to 45 had been childless. Thank you for the reminder that God's river is always there for us even when things change.
I simply cherish your words … both my husband and I look for you daily on insight timer … your authentic teachings are so expansive … so grateful to find you 💛💛💛
So beautiful! After my husband passed unexpectedly 11 years ago, I definitely experienced a “crisis of my heart.” Part of my grieving process was writing when I could muster up the energy. About nine months into my grief, I wrote a poem entitled, “River in My Heart” about how my heart contained both a River of Grief AND a River of Joy. I described the two-in-one River as “same River, different hour.” I had never envisioned prior to my poem that our hearts are similar to rivers, and they change (“a river is never the same river twice”), yet they also contain a constant —God. I believe this wholeheartedly, for where else would God be present? (Of course I believe we also have a soul.)
In summary, I want to thank you for writing and sharing with us your experience. You touched me— yes, in my heart. 🩷
Hi Christine, thank you for that thoughtful response. The deeper I go into my own heart and the deeper I go into my writing practice, the more I discover how similar all of us really are. It’s almost a paradox the deeper I go into myself the more I see and find you and all of us.
Oh Darius, this brought tears to my eyes in the best possible way. Thank you for the reminder that God’s river is here and ready and waiting for me to dip my toes in it, or even jump in, clothes and all!
Ain’t it great. God’s river is always there. Always always always always always always there. Have a great day Christine.
You are amazing and thank you for sharing this! We all need a reminder to grow and flow with the changes of life. To be present and still balance all we do. 💙 Bless all of you in your new routine💫
Thanks for the kind words Michele. I appreciate your support.
Really lovely. I remember the same kind of wake up call when I foster/adopted my daughter at 7. I wasn't an only child, but my whole adult life up to 45 had been childless. Thank you for the reminder that God's river is always there for us even when things change.
I simply cherish your words … both my husband and I look for you daily on insight timer … your authentic teachings are so expansive … so grateful to find you 💛💛💛