rewilding #110 grief

I have been carrying around deep grief for longer than I am willing to admit. It has felt like a wet shadow that follows me around—all the time. 

Yesterday I hiked/scrambled up an 8,459 ft peak on the Front Range, and although I was alone, I wasn’t lonely.

Along with alone-loneliness, I have been haunted by shame and a voice that loudly whispers ‘you don’t deserve to be happy.’ I’m not totally sure why that voice grows dim.

It is that voice who is carrying the grief. 

xoxo amrutaa
photo: gloriously moist & moody Bear Peak summit, Boulder CO