Passing Through

Peacock Poetry

Yesterday I was in a beautiful conversation with a colleague. I was telling him all about my Dad and how much he has inspired my creative process. And an enormous sensation of grief began passing through my body. That kind of visceral wave that surges the tears from your heart out through your eyes and all you can do is simply allow it.

They were not just tears of sadness and pain. They were tears of gratitude and of release. Tears of joy for the knowing what is to experience unconditional love. Tears of reverence.

My colleague could not have been more genuine in this moment. He took my hand whilst this momentous emotion swept through my body and he held me. Neither of us spoke whilst the grief wave took its course. We just remained in constant eye contact and allowed my body to do its thing.

And then…

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