I’m no expert on processing grief.

I used to think that there was only one way of doing it though.

Let’s call it “the eruption.”

Kind of a massive catharsis.

But now I wonder if there’s another way?

Sometimes, when I sit in a sauna, I am not aware of the heat. I’m just there.

But sometimes, I really feel it.

I can feel the metals getting pushed out of my body, slowly, with each drip of sweat.

It’s not painful, per se, but it is challenging.

But it’s not a torrent.

It’s a slow, steady, trying process of “exfoliation” of the negative things in my body.

That’s the other way, it seems to me, of processing grief.

Sitting with it.

Feeling it course and pulse throughout different parts of the body.

Not necessarily enjoying it, but simultaneously appreciating and valuing the process.

Because afterwards, you feel just a bit lighter.

I’m no expert on processing grief.

I used to think that there was only one way of doing it though.

Let’s call it “the eruption.”

Kind of a massive catharsis.

But now I wonder if there’s another way?

Sometimes, when I sit in a sauna, I am not aware of the heat. I’m just there.

But sometimes, I really feel it.

I can feel the metals getting pushed out of my body, slowly, with each drip of sweat.

It’s not painful, per se, but it is challenging.

But it’s not a torrent.

It’s a slow, steady, trying process of “exfoliation” of the negative things in my body.

That’s the other way, it seems to me, of processing grief.

Sitting with it.

Feeling it course and pulse throughout different parts of the body.

Not necessarily enjoying it, but simultaneously appreciating and valuing the process.

Because afterwards, you feel just a bit lighter.