Grief for me isn’t just sadness.
It’s love still moving toward a future that no longer exists.
This morning, I’m noticing the difference between peace and grief.
Peace comes when something feels complete, even if it’s sad.
Grief comes when a promise is lost—when a life, a future, or a purpose is cut short.
What I’m learning is that grief doesn’t ask me to stop living.
It asks me to acknowledge and understand the lost future.
Then… the choice to move forward has true power.
Not as a denial of the lost future, but as part of it.
So today, my masculine work is simple:
to breathe,
to stay present,
and to hold a steady container where all feelings are allowed—
sadness, anger, love, longing.
We don’t deny anything.
We don’t rush anything.
And we still move forward.
Grief doesn’t disqualify me from life.
It really just deepens how I live it.