{"id":1341,"date":"2019-10-01T13:52:52","date_gmt":"2019-10-01T17:52:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/?p=1341"},"modified":"2019-10-01T13:52:52","modified_gmt":"2019-10-01T17:52:52","slug":"enough-time-to-grieve","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/enough-time-to-grieve\/","title":{"rendered":"Enough Time to Grieve"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/03\/infinite_doorways-scaled500.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"aligncenter  wp-image-39\" src=\"http:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/03\/infinite_doorways-scaled500-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"365\" height=\"273\" srcset=\"https:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/03\/infinite_doorways-scaled500-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/03\/infinite_doorways-scaled500.jpg 500w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 365px) 100vw, 365px\" \/><\/a>I am grateful to have lived long enough<br \/>\nto grieve organically.<br \/>\nTo survive days with\u00a0the gash in my heart<br \/>\nbleeding out,<br \/>\nagony insinuated into every conversation &#8211;<br \/>\neven when draped in a flat affect<br \/>\nand the pretense of normality.<\/p>\n<p>I am grateful I have had time enough<br \/>\nto explore all the dark corners.<br \/>\nThe patience to meander through loss,<br \/>\nto pick up shattered pieces,<br \/>\nand reorder the reality<br \/>\nI feared I would not survive.<\/p>\n<p>Godde requires my honesty,<br \/>\ninsists I disrobe my soul,<br \/>\nand open\u00a0to something<br \/>\nbeyond\u00a0my ability to imagine.<br \/>\nGodde companions me in the shadowlands.<br \/>\nTakes my hand when I am blinded by pain<br \/>\nor self involvement.<br \/>\nInvites me to new ways of seeing,<br \/>\neven when I refuse to open my eyes.<\/p>\n<p>It is good to have lived long enough<br \/>\nto reach\u00a0the unknown other side.<br \/>\nTo discover Godde&#8217;s grace<br \/>\ntangled in my memories,<br \/>\nand the promise of Godde&#8217;s hope<br \/>\nreflected in my tears.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/10\/tear-2.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"aligncenter  wp-image-1346\" src=\"http:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/10\/tear-2.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"390\" height=\"259\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on the_content --><!-- AddThis Share Buttons generic via filter on the_content -->","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I am grateful to have lived long enough to grieve organically. To survive days with\u00a0the gash in my heart bleeding out, agony insinuated into every conversation &#8211; even when draped in a flat affect and the pretense of normality. I am grateful I have had time enough to explore all the dark corners. The patience &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/enough-time-to-grieve\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Enough Time to Grieve<\/span> <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on get_the_excerpt --><!-- AddThis Share Buttons generic via filter on get_the_excerpt --><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[13,8,19],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1341"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1341"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1341\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1347,"href":"https:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1341\/revisions\/1347"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1341"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1341"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1341"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}