#sorrow and gratitude

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Aelin's gaze shifted then. From her hands, her horrifically pristine skin, to the wolf across the clearing.

She blinked twice. And then slowly rose.

Unaware or uncaring of her nakedness, she took an unsteady step. Rowan was instantly there--or as close as the flames would allow.

He could push through, shielding himself in ice or simply by cutting off the air that fed her flames. But to cross that line, to shove into her flames. But to cross that line, to shove into her flames when so much, too much, had been stolen from her... He didn't let himself think about the distant, wary recognition on her face when she'd seen him--seen all of them. As if she wasn't entirely certain to trust them. Trust this.

Aelin managed another step, teetering.

He glimpsed her neck as she passed. Even the twin bite marks, his mark of claiming, had vanished.

Encased in flame, Aelin walked to Fenrys. The white wolf did not stir.

Sorrow softened her face, even with that quiet distance. Sorrow, and gratitude.

Gavriel and Elide remained on Fenrys's other side as she approached. Backed away a step.

Not from fear, but to give her space in this moment of farewell.

They had to go. Lingering here, despite the miles between them and the camp, was folly. They could carry Fenrys until it was over, but... Rowan couldn't bring himself to say it. To tell Aelin that it might not be wise to draw out this good-bye the way she needed. They had minutes, at best, to spare before they had to be on the move.

But if scouts or sentries found them, he'd make sure they didn't get close enough to disturb her. Gavriel and Lorcan seemed to be having the same thought, their eyes meeting from across the clearing. Rowan jerked his chin toward the western tree line in silent order. They stalked for it.

Aelin knelt beside Fenrys, and her flame enveloped them both. The fire gave way to a reddish-gold aura, a shield that he knew would melt the flesh of anyone who tried to cross. It flowed and rippled around them, a bubble of coppery air, and through it, Rowan watched as she ran a hand down the wolf's battered side.

Gavriel had healed most of the wounds, but the blood remained. Aelin made long, gentle strokes over his fur, her head angled as she spoke too softly for Rowan to hear. Slowly, painfully, Fenrys cracked open an eye.

Agony filled it--agony and yet something like relief, and joy, at the sight of her bare face. And exhaustion. Such exhaustion that Rowan knew death would be a welcome embrace, a kiss from Silba herself, goddess of gentle ends.

Aelin spoke again, the sound either contained or swallowed by her shield. No tears. Only that sorrow--and clarity.

A queen's face, he realized as Lorcan and Gavriel took up spots along the glen's border. It was a queen's face that looked upon Fenrys. A queen who took his massive paw in her hands, pushing back folds of fur and skin to unsheathe a curved claw. She slid it over her bare forearm, splitting skin. Leaving blood in its wake. Rowan's breath caught. Gavriel and Lorcan whirled toward them. Aelin spoke again, and Fenrys blinked once in answer. She deemed that answer enough. "Holy gods," Lorcan breathed as Aelin extended her bleeding forearm to Fenrys's mouth. "Holy rutting gods." For Fenrys's loyalty, for his sacrifice, there was no greater reward she could offer. To keep him from death, there was no other way to save him. Only this. Only the blood oath. And as Fenrys managed to lap the blood from her wound, as he swore a silent vow to queen, blinking a few more times, Rowan's chest became unbearably tight. Severing the blood oath to one queen had snapped his life force, his soul. Swearing the blood oath to another might very well repair that cleaving, the ancient magic binding Fenrys's fading life to Aelin's. Three mouthfuls. That's all Fenrys took before he laid his head back on the moss and closed his eyes. Aelin curled on her side next to him, flames encompassing them both. Rowan couldn't move. None of them moved. Aelin mouthed a short, curt word. Fenrys did not respond. She spoke again, that queen's face unfaltering.

Live.

She'd use the blood oath to force him to remain on this side of life. Still Fenrys didn't stir. Across the bubble of flame and heat, Elide put a hand over her mouth, eyes shining bright. She'd read the word on Aelin's lips, too. Aelin spoke a third time, teeth flashing as she gave Fenrys her first order. Live. Rowan didn't breathe as they waited. Long minutes passed. Then Fenrys's eyes cracked open.

Aelin held the wolf's gaze, nothing in her face save that grave, unyielding command.

Slowly, Fenrys stirred. His paws shifted beneath him, legs straining. And he rose.

"I don't believe it," Lorcan whispered. "I don't..."

But there was Fenrys, standing before their But there was Fenrys, standing before their now-kneeling queen. And there was Fenrys, inclining his head, shoulders dipping with him, one paw sweeping before the other. Bowing. A ghost of a smile graced her mouth, gone before it ever took form.

Aelin remained kneeling, though. Even as Fenrys surveyed them, surprise and relief lighting his dark eyes. His gaze met Rowan's, and Rowan smiled, bowing his head.

"Welcome to the court, pup," he said, his voice thick.

Raw emotion rippled across that lupine face, and then Fenrys turned back to Aelin.

She was staring at nothing. Fenrys nudged her shoulder with his furry head.

She ran an idle hand through the wolf's white coat. Rowan's heart clenched.

Maeve had cleaved into Rowan's own mind to Maeve had cleaved into Rowan's own mind to trick his very instincts. What had she done to her? What had she done these months?

"We need to go," Gavriel said, his own voice thick as he took in Fenrys, standing proud and watchful beside Aelin.

[soulinkpoetry]

Rumi said:

“Grief can be the garden of compassion. If you keep your heart open through everything, your pain can become your greatest ally in your life's search for love and wisdom.”

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[amarriageoftrueminds]

I've been trying to read pre-war stucky fics recently and I've got to say... it's depressing how many fics depict a situation where Bucky is essentially like those miserable sitcom housewives who work a full time job on top of doing doing all the cooking and cleaning and mending etc. for a husband who does nothing but snap at them, and never expresses any gratitude or remorse for making things worse?? 😥

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[dk-thrive]

I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow. but through it all, I still know, quite certainly, that just to be alive is a grand thing.

— Agathie Christie, An Autobiography (Dodd, Mead & Company, November 1977) (via Make Believe Boutique)

[hamdosana]

"You cannot prevent the birds of sorrow from flying over your head, but you can prevent them from building nests in your hair."

(Chinese proverb)

[dreamydanceofaeons]

@luminarytraveler​ liked for a wreath

She encountered Lumine after one of her performances; luckily, she had been carrying around the last few in hopes she’d see the recipients around the city.  So as soon as she could leave the stage, she bolted for her friend.

“Traveler!” She waved to get Lumine’s attention.  “I made you something.”

And here it is.  The leaves and such on it were a bright, healthy green, and woven among the leaves and branches were yarrow

and peach roses.

“And I made something for Paimon, too.” It was a lot smaller, with alstroemeria flowers on it.

“I hope you like them.”

[compassionmattersmost]

Praising God in Every Season: A Poem of Faith Through Joy and Sorrow

In joy and sorrow, dark or bright,I lift my heart, both day and night,To praise the One who gives and takes,In every breath, His love awakes. When skies are clear or storms arise,When laughter fills or tearful eyes,My soul remembers, come what may,His gentle hand will lead the way. For in the depths or soaring high,In every season, low or nigh,His steadfast presence, ever near,Transforms my…

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[olivebones]

Gratitude.

I rest now in awe, once more, as the Universe leaves me overwhelmed with gratitude at all that is, and all that once was; a specific kind of gratitude established only while consumed with raw emotion; a specific kind of gratitude that one doesn’t hold for all that will be, until it has arrived.

This gratitude is tender; it is the first to greet you, navigate sorrow alongside you, and meet you on the other side of grief.

This gratitude is inconsistent, at times remaining absent, even unfamiliar, as though it was never present in all that was, or all that is. This gratitude wakes you gently one morning after the storm has passed, once anger and pain have begun to subside. This gratitude is not promised, it is found in the deepest parts of you that wish to let go, to forgive, to heal, and to grow.

This gratitude is littered amongst the debris of earth-shattering change; it is surrounded by misery, darkness, grief, or fear. It is the light above and throughout suffering that rarely finds its way to the sufferer. It must be embraced and acknowledged before it is ours; it must be wanted to be found. This gratitude only exists when your heart desires peace and acceptance, and most importantly, change within, and change without.

What did you learn; what will come of this; why you, why now; what part did you play while riddled with fear or anger; what part will you play after this loss or change?

What changes ahead will now benefit you; who do you want to become; how will you show up different; how will a devastating loss strengthen you or create ease in the future?

I look around now, faced with unforeseen anger, frustration, and loss that has, ultimately, set me free. But not without a fight. Some, infuriating, and have brought about confusion beyond comprehension. Once I held myself and Truth as priority, gratitude found its way and I have never felt lighter or more in love with my life and, most importantly, Self. What started as anger and frustration, once confused as a loss, has left me more grateful than I can ever remember feeling, the main and most poignant reason being how fortunate I am to be on this side of the “loss”. The level of this gratitude I worked so hard for has rippled throughout every area of my life and gifted me the space to love myself, at last. I became free.

With a newfound love in Self, my heart opened up so wide I was able to fully embrace that I am deserving of a love that is kind, passionate, and gentle, and only then, was I ready to learn what real love is.

A loss indeed; a loss of a consistent reminder that I was once never good enough, a reminder of the false belief that someone else’s needs are always more important than my own. A loss of inconsistency and fear, emotional unrest and underlying ill intent - lies, blame, guilt or shame, just… gone. This loss has been one of my greatest teachers, and for that, I am grateful. What a stunning example of gratitude to wake up to each day. Ahh, so.

The second loss was of my companion, my fierce and loyal protector, my daemon, my shadow and my friend. My beautiful boy, DeSoto, taken in an instant and without pain. The void his absence has left in my heart is unbearable at times; the sorrow has not lifted, as I am left with reminders of him every day, habits, ones that I adored and others I took for granted for the eight years he dedicated his life to loving me. It has been one month now, and the daily reminder that still stains the pavement once made me ill, but now leaves me with a different ache, as it is all I have left of my loyal friend.

Among this grief, gratitude is with me. It greets me when I see memories of our adventures; when I know that I can go anywhere in the world without worrying about someone loving him properly in my absence, harm finding its way to him, or anxiousness consuming him, while I am away. I am grateful that I now know what it is to be loved unconditionally on a level that I only dreamt of. I am grateful to know such a fierce loyalty exists, from a being who saw all parts of me, who feared me at times, who journeyed alongside every version of who I once was, and into who I have become. A lesson in unwavering love, innocence, loyalty, and a reminder to always see the world with new eyes, and to find joy in all things. And also.. there is a time and a place to be fierce, and a time and a place to relax your mind and accept the flow of love that means you no harm. Thank you, DeSoto. Thank you for showing me how to love and to grieve unabashedly and without shame. Not a day goes by…

You are forever in my heart, Sweet Boy, for now and for always.

And thank you, grief, for always inspiring me to bleed through my favorite form of expression, each and every time we meet. Thank you, anger and emotion, for showing me the parts of Self that want or need change. Thank you for exposing those who deserve a place in my life, and those who no longer serve me and are only ever serving themselves; for shedding such a brilliant light onto those who see me for who I really am and bathe in every drop of my bleeding heart, who nurture my soul and believe in me each day. Learning to embrace gratitude in the depths of grief and beyond the flames of anger and confusion has given me the capacity to allow only authentic love to permeate every corner of my life and of my heart, and in places it did not reside before. Gratitude has shown me I am worthy and I am enough, that I always have been and always will be.

When the world feels as though it is closing in on me, I will always stay aware of the silver lining, even when it is out of view. My heart is now safe and my heart is full. For that and so much more, I will forever be grateful.

[feb226]

The Tapestry of Life: Balancing Joy and Sorrow

Life is a masterpiece painted with strokes of both sunshine and rain. We often chase an elusive utopia, a world free from pain. But it’s in the contrast between light and shadow that our humanity truly shines. Suffering is an undeniable part of our journey. It shapes our character, builds resilience, and can deepen our capacity for empathy. Yet, when sorrow’s tide engulfs us, we risk overlooking…

[stastrodome]

I try to say thank you for the mountains, sea and sky Saint Lucy can't save every pair of eyes

[quotesengage]

Sorrow Is Not My Name

BY ROSS GAY

—after Gwendolyn Brooks

No matter the pull toward brink.

No matter the florid, deep sleep awaits.

There is a time for everything. Look,

just this morning a vulture

nodded his red, grizzled head at me,

and I looked at him, admiring

the sickle of his beak.

Then the wind kicked up, and,

after arranging that good suit of feathers

he up and took off.

Just like that. And to boot,

there are, on this planet alone, something like

two

million naturally occurring sweet things,

some with names so generous as to kick

the steel from my knees: agave, persimmon,

stick ball, the purple okra I bought for two bucks

at the market. Think of that. The long night,

the skeleton in the mirror, the man behind me

on the bus taking notes, yeah, yeah.

But look; my niece is running through a field

calling my name. My neighbor sings like an angel

and at the end of my block is a basketball court.

I remember. My color's green. I'm spring.

—for Walter Aikens

[raffaellopalandri]

Every Day a Holiday: Finding Joy in the Present Moment

Daily writing promptWhat is your favorite holiday? Why is it your favorite?View all responses For many, holidays are a time of escape, a chance to break free from the routines of daily life and indulge in celebration, often with family and loved ones. But what if I told you that every day could be a holiday? This might sound like a radical proposition, but it’s a philosophy I’ve embraced long…

[castrotophic]

not sure if anyone is interested in this but here is a list of the most joyfully vital poems I know :)

You're the Top by Ellen Bass

Grand Fugue by Peter E. Murphy

Our Beautiful Life When It's Filled with Shrieks by Christopher Citro

Everything Is Waiting For You by David Whyte

Lawrence Ferlinghetti Is Alive! by Emily Sernaker

Instructions for Assembling the Miracle by Peter Cooley

Catalogue of Unabashed Gratitude by Ross Gay

Barton Springs by Tony Hoagland

Footnote to Howl by Allen Ginsberg

Song of the Open Road by Walt Whitman

Tomorrow, No, Tomorrower by Bradley Trumpfheller

At Last the New Arriving by Gabrielle Calvocoressi

To a Self-Proclaimed Manic Depressive Ex-Stripper Poet, After a Reading by Jeannine Hall Gailey

In the Presence of Absence by Richard Widerkehr

Chillary Clinton Said 'We Have to Bring Them to Heal' by Cortney Lamar Charleston

Midsummer by Charles Simic

Today by Frank O'Hara

Naturally by Stephen Dunn

Life is Slightly Different Than You Think It Is by Arthur Vogelsang

Ode to My Husband, Who Brings the Music by Zeina Hashem Beck

The Imaginal Stage by D.A. Powell

Lucky Life by Gerald Stern

Beginner's Lesson by Malcolm Alexander

Presidential Poetry Briefing by Albert Haley

A Poem for Uncertainties by Mark Terrill

On Coming Home by Lisa Summe

G-9 by Tim Dlugos

Five Haiku by Billy Collins

The Fates by David Kirby

Upon Receiving My Inheritance by William Fargason

Variation on a Theme by W. S. Merwin

Easy as Falling Down Stairs by Dean Young

Psalm 150 by Jericho Brown

Pantoum for Sabbouha by Zeina Hashem Beck

ASMR by Corey Van Landingham

A Welcome by Joanna Klink

From Blossoms by Li-Young Lee

At Church, I Tell My Mom She’s Singing Off-Key and She Says, by Michael Frazier

Hammond B3 Organ Cistern by Gabrielle Calvocoressi

Sorrow Is Not My Name by Ross Gay

You Can't Have It All by Barbara Ras

We Were Emergencies by Buddy Wakefield

To the Woman Crying Uncontrollably In the Next Stall by Kim Addonizio

Monet Refuses the Operation by Lisel Mueller

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