There are seasons in our lives where love opens us in ways we didn’t expect. Sometimes it doesn’t come through the person we thought, or in the form we were prepared for. It arrives quietly, like a familiar voice, like warmth in the heart, like a memory we never remembered learning.

And when that connection changes, shifts, pauses, or falls away, the heart doesn’t just move on. It feels the waves.

Warmth moving into grief moving into quiet moving into warmth again.

It can feel like a storm, not because we are broken, but because something new has been opened inside of us.

I used to think the goal was to get over what I felt.

To harden.

To close.

To be strong.

But now I understand...

The storm is Spirit moving through us.

The waves are the nervous system reorganizing around what love awakened.

The ache is the opening, not the loss.

Sometimes the most sacred loves are not here to stay forever in physical form.

They arrive to remind us who we are capable of being when our hearts are not guarded.

The waves create if we let them. Feel the hurt. Feel the grief. Feel the pain of losing what you cannot change. Then when you're ready, open again. 

It's okay to take the time you need to heal. Wait for the calm after the storm. It will come, eventually.