In the book I am reading, there was a mention of a line from "Moby Dick" which began with the phrase "At last the anchor was up...". It occurred to me that is how I am feeling these days. Grieving is a bit like being held motionless, while the rest of the world sails onward.
But lately, it seems like I have begun to make progress in moving forward. The small steps have me taking deeper breaths... feeling as though the anchor's hold is weakening.
2 comments:
That is good news to hear! Interesting how small snippets of what we read or hear can resonate so well with us. Hope you're having a wonderful weekend.
Oh how I know that feeling.....being on the sidelines, unable to connect.
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