Nourishing …

Nourishing …

The routine of the morning cuppa. The environment we find ourselves in, dare to put ourselves in.

Grief fills our environment with less than positive potion. It does, there’s no escaping how drained the cup can be.

We hold that cup, it belongs to us. Never forget that, its fragile nature means we must hold tight.

Hold tight, fill it with nourishing content & plonk ourselves in an equally nourishing environment.

The choice belongs to us just as grief sits with us. Finding the nourishing positivity to fill our cups, is our responsibility.

Negativity is numbing, utterly numbing. It stops us, we can’t move from the seat we sank into, the seat of grief.

Decline numbness & let’s fill our souls, cups & minds with nourishment.

Find nourishment everywhere …

❤️ In your memories

❤️ Lurking with your hopes

❤️ In familiar settings

❤️ Showing up in unfamiliar settings

❤️ Undiscovered thoughts of positivity

Hold tight, fill your cup with nourishment.

Numbness doesn’t have to remain.

Grief brings fear, which can make us believe we are stuck. As we seek the nourishment our grief needs, the cup is fuller although feels lighter. Confusing ? Yes, of course 🤔

Nothing is as it seems. Dare to taste a different potion.

Keep moving with grief, healthily.

Michelle ❤️