BENEATH THE QUIET

The Grief That Lives Below

A message from the threshold

There are griefs that do not begin here.,They are not tied to an event or a story. They do not arrive with explanation or memory. They rise like mist — from the deep soil of the soul, from places long unvisited within us.

This is the grief that lives beneath the moment. It does not shout. It doesn’t always even hurt. It simply waits, quietly, until the body is soft enough, the spirit steady enough, to finally feel what was once unfelt.

You may not know what it’s about. You don’t need to. Grief like this carries its own intelligence. It's own timing. It’s not asking you to solve it, or even to fully understand.

It is asking only this: Let me exist. Let me be seen. Let me move.

This grief is not a signal of something wrong. It is a sign of your returning. A sign that the heart is waking. You are not broken. You are becoming whole.

And no — you are not alone. There are many of us carrying sorrow that was never ours, grief born of lineage, of silence, of collective forgetting.

There are many who sit beside the ache and whisper nothing — because they know that the ache itself is sacred.

If you are feeling this… this heaviness that doesn’t quite belong to now… you’re not doing it wrong. You’re doing it beautifully.

Let the grief rise. Let it wash through. Let it carry you home.

Nigel Lott teaandzen.org

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