No matter how hard you try, you cannot intellectualize grief, yours or anyone else’s. There is no set formula for addressing regret; no road map to the end of remorse. Grief is a necessary process in circumstances of loss or trauma, and while grounded securely in reality, it rips out the heart and boggles the mind, creating its own sort of painful surreal space that is at once strangely individual and palpably communal. For me it begins with a tightness in the chest that breeds fear and aches at my own fumbling grasp at some semblance of control. It is one of the most human of feelings, that feeling of mastery of your own thoughts and emotions slipping through your fingers. We have all felt this, and yet we never feel more alone than when we grieve. No emotion makes us more insular and less likely to reach out and ask for help. The most confounding of paradoxes, for this is when we need support the most. Do not secret away your pain. For secrets so often become lies that falsely define our inner beings, and those who love you will take the force of the blow of your truth like so many feathers. Because grief, in the end, is always released through surrender, softened by patience and accepted through love. The tightness in your chest is yours to let go. Allow your grief and then let it go with Septarian Nodule, Smoky Quartz, Clear Quartz and Feathers.