“Grief Is the Thing with Feathers” (by Max Porter) is a great name for a book, but mourning is not usually associated with flight. Sometimes it feels heavy and exhausting and impossible to recover from.
Speaking from experience I know this to be true. I also know that there is a way through this weighty, exhausting time. And one of those ways is through creative expression. The act of picking up a pen or a paintbrush can be the most difficult thing we can do when all we feel like doing is curling up in a dark corner and forgetting about the world.
Yet it is this act that can be our redemption when it feels like the darkness might overwhelm us.
It is an act of positivity, of hope, which we can look back on when we are finally at a stage where life seems possible again.
I personally have found the act of creating to be one of the most important things to me in helping to get over the death of my mother last year.
Whenever the lethargy and sadness threatened to beat me down the hope inspired by creating made me feel energized again.
Often the act of creating helps that light to appear.
Often talents we were not aware of possessing become evident through the hardest and darkest of experiences.
Hopefully this piece has been inspiring to someone in need of light today.