So my cousin Lee Anne and I are coming back from after lunch today and both of our necks snap as we spot this off in the distance.
This tree is all split all up from the violent thunderstorm last night–large tree limbs everywhere. She and I spotted this from the car off in the distance at the same time and said in unison we say, “A griefheart!” I can’t even figure out how nature made this one. It’s like the storm carved it out of the wood at the top just for me.
Since my son’s suicide, there are many days my heart is in utter turmoil, and feels twisted and tortured. And then after that grief storm lets up, it often feels so full of love and life, it’s bottomless.
What is the #griefheart project?
I explain my #griefheart project here.