You're invited: Bring all of you, the good, bad, and ugly

Let us feast on the beauty and terror of life in the company of one another.

Good morning. I write to you today, chest-deep in grief with wings of hope. Both/and. 

Whole, complete. Tired. Weary. Excited.

I hope it’s okay to share all of it with you. 

I’ve been thinking about you as I sip my coffee- you, who has maybe also experienced the beauty and terror of grief. You- who perhaps struggles to become the artist you desire to be. W…