Grief is quite possibly the last thing you’d associate with feeling s*xy. Am I right?
That’s exactly how I felt a few years ago. In fact, going inward and feeling my grief was the scariest idea I could fathom.
At the same time I longed for a deeper connection to my sensuality. What I know now, that I wish I'd known then is that in order to embody the sensual goddess within I'd have to feel those hard emotions and tend to what’s been unattended for so many years.
I wish I’d known that my grief could be a portal to my glow.
Luckily, I stumbled into the right teachers and the right tools at the right time which enabled me to nurture my relationship to the grief of my dad's death slowly but surely. When I finally faced my grief and gave myself permission to feel everything I’d been avoiding for years, I felt a giant homecoming to self.
Grief can be a sneaky bitch. Often disguising itself as stuck-ness, dullness or a disconnection from self.
Many of us are familiar with grief from the loss of a person, a relationship, or a career. But one can also grieve less concrete things like mourning a previous version of yourself or a big life transition or the collective grief of the past year.