When I write, I process my emotions.
When I breathe, I feel them fully.
When I move in silence, I invite the pain and in doing so I discover the beauty hidden within it.
Sometimes it takes days, weeks, months, even years, but it always arrives.
The wisdom is carried in both the beauty and the pain.
I recently wrote a post titled The Measure of a Person.
Leaning into this pain allowed me to arrive at such beauty.