Grief.

It is a silence that fills your bones. A sadness that weighs down every single cell. Sometimes it is very very still and other times it is a lion enraged.  You walk along a deserted trail and step on a land mine when you least expect it. Grief is irrational, non-linear and very sly. You are fine, you are fine, you are fine, you are on the floor in fetal position. 

Release

Never ever never forget the healing power of art. 

Reflexive.

Sometimes the lessons we are trying to teach others are really the lessons we need to learn the most.