Bringing Love Back from the Dead

The Sacred Practice of Moving With Grief

Grief is not a season you survive.

It’s not a staircase you climb.

It’s not a checklist—denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance—and done.

Grief is a living thing.

A force. A howl. A shadow. A fire.

And the only way through it… is with it.

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Grief Howls When You Ignore It

You can’t tuck grief into a box and store it in the attic of your mind.

You can’t out-think it. You can’t out-run it.

You can’t numb it forever—though you may try.

Because grief will wait.

It will grow louder in silence.

It will pull at your sleeves when the world is moving on.

You have to face it. Head on. Open-hearted. Bare-souled.

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The Purpose of Grief Is to Let Love Keep Moving

Grief is not a punishment.

It’s not a glitch in the system.

It’s what love becomes when it no longer has a place to land.

So the question becomes:

How do you bring love back from the dead?

You don’t bury it.

You don’t erase it.

You redirect it.

You let it flow through new channels.

You carry it.

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Ways to Let Love Live On Through Grief

• You tell their stories.

Over and over. Until the ache becomes a kind of warmth.

• You speak their name.

Not in past tense—but as part of who you are.

• You build small rituals.

Light a candle. Cook their favorite meal. Visit their favorite place. Write them letters.

• You find new vessels for your love.

Maybe it’s gardening. Art. Prayer. A bench in the sun where you sit with them in your heart.

• You let their memory guide your actions.

What would they do? How would they love? Who can you bless in their honor?

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This Is What It Means to Move With Grief

Grief is not the end of love.

It’s love’s evolution.

It’s the process of learning:

“They are no longer here. But I still have love to give.”

And so you give it:

To the earth.

To your art.

To your people.

To yourself.

You let it flow—differently.

But no less deeply.

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Closing Thought

Grief isn’t something to overcome.

It’s something to honor.

And the best way I’ve found to honor it?

Is to bring love back from the dead.

To give it somewhere to go.

To let it shape me—gently, honestly, and forever.