Go outside, find a quiet spot to be still…and stop.
Stop and observe the small details we are ignorant to as we struggle through the day.
Sit upon a rock and watch the patterns the birds paint in the sky, the intricate twirl of the branching tree, the grasses, the music in the wind.
Look for the poetry in the ordinary to store in your mind, on your paper or in a song. Focusing on these details expands your world and frees your mind. With an open mind and new creation, you can grieve.