Maybe energy doesn’t stop learning when we die, it just finds new students.

The most dangerous lies about grief are the ones that sound like wisdom.

The patterns grief reveals were always there. It's making you brave enough to see what always needed changing.

We are creatures of association, binding meaning to moments. In grief we must learn to untangle the thread that leads back to living.

Memory transforms loss into presence, turning what was into what still is.

Judgement is a tool; habitual judgment is a prison we build one thought at a time.

I would even sign her name on birthday cards to my parents as a way to mitigate the pain of her absence.

Here's the philosophical tension I'm wrestling with: the delicate balance between human will and divine surrender.

Once people started pedaling again, it took little effort to move fast.

My blood curdles when I hear "Grief takes time."

MOVE YOUR BODY. Move in any direction

Every story you tell is like a drop of water in a pond. It has the power to affect 1 person.

I would rather be HAPPY than RIGHT.

Lessons come from all things, no matter their shape or size, animate or inanimate.

How you do one thing is how you do everything. So, if you can change one pattern, you can change others.

I always thought going to a grief conference meant listening to other people’s pain and sorrow—and me, curling up in a fetal position and crying my eyes out.

When dealing with grief, however, Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness can feel incredibly elusive. It feels more like Death, Imprisonment, and Sadness—all the time.

Where your focus goes, your energy flows.

Personally, I feel this is a false dichotomy.

Everyone has value.