🌊Learning to Move with the Tide🌊
“Even in the fiercest swell of grief, the light finds a way to break through.”
It echoes both the emotional weight of high tide and the quiet, persistent presence of hope. Want a few variations with a more poetic or spiritual tone?
Grief doesn’t follow a neat, predictable path. It rises, it falls, it crashes into us when we least expect it. Much like the ocean, our emotions shift between calm waters and turbulent storms, reminding us that healing isn’t about resisting the waves but learning to ride them.
The Nature of Grief’s Waves🦋
💙 Some days feel gentle. The memories bring warmth rather than pain, and a sense of peace settles in.
💙 Other days, the tide is strong. Emotions surge, making even simple tasks feel overwhelming.
💙 Triggers can appear unexpectedly. A familiar scent, a song, or a passing thought can bring grief back with full force.
💙 Healing isn’t about the absence of grief. It’s about learning how to navigate the tides, embracing moments of peace without guilt.
How to Ride the Waves Instead of Fighting Them
🌊 Let yourself feel. Just as we don’t control the ocean, we can’t control the timing or depth of grief. Honor it, don’t suppress it.
🌊 Anchor yourself in the present. Deep breathing, mindfulness, or even journaling can help steady your mind when emotions feel too big.
🌊 Find comfort in cycles. Grief may never fully disappear, but just as the ocean knows when to rest, so do we. Progress means allowing space for joy again.
Grief teaches us that love doesn’t vanish; it simply changes form. And just like the tides, it carries us forward, even when we feel lost at sea. ✨
By Naazi Morad
THE WAVE AND THE WHISPER, once, in a small village near the sea, lived a little boy named Sam. His favorite person in the world was his Grandpa Jack, who told stories that made the stars seem closer and the wind feel like music. One morning, Grandpa didn’t wake up. And just like that, the stories stopped. Sami felt like the sea had swallowed the sky. His heart was so full it ached, and he didn’t know how to let it out. Everyone told him things like, “Be strong” or “Grandpa’s in a better place,” but all Sami wanted was one more story.
One cloudy afternoon, Sami went to the beach by himself. The waves were louder than usual, crashing and rolling like thunder. He sat on the sand and whispered, “I miss you.” As the tide rolled in, a shimmer of sunlight peeked through the clouds and touched the top of a giant wave. It sparkled. Sami smiled, just a little. He heard a whisper in the wind, it wasn’t a word, more like a feeling. Warm and soft, like one of Grandpa’s hugs. That’s when he knew: Grandpa’s stories weren’t gone. They were hidden in the sea, the sky, and in Sami’s own heart. All he had to do was remember.
From then on, whenever the tide was high and the waves wild, Sami would look for the light dancing on the water. Because even when someone we love is gone, the love stays. Sometimes, it shows up in a sparkle.
In memory of those that left – never forgotten always missed and loved.
