I just heard from a friend who apologized because she had no “cheery” news. She is grieving.

We are programmed to believe we are meant to be “happy” all the time, but anyone who watched and enjoyed the lunar eclipse last night would know the shadow of the earth on the moon led to an orange glow. We are meant to be open to all.

I keep wanting to bring back the idea of the black armband to show we are grieving, to make it okay to wear black for a year if that is what we need. This idea of cheeriness and measurement of how “happy” we can be is harmful. What is true now? Pause and feel your breath? Is it shallow? Deep? Could you allow it more entry, more spread through the length of your spine? Take off your shoes. Caress the earth as though you were at the beach playing in warm sand.