9/11—more than two decades ago today…how can that be? And for many the wound remains…

So let's take a moment to remember this, gather Our Selves and make room for the grief that still lingers.

How often have you heard someone say that grief comes in waves? Yes. And no. Nature's waves are predictable, there's a rhythm and expected ebb and flow to them.

Waves of grief, however, have a life and timing of their own, which makes them so terribly powerful and painful. We can't rely on a set pattern, framework or impact. The waves are unimaginable one moment and then barely felt the next. 

We're either grappling with how to move through what's crashing around us or we're seduced by the notion that the process is subsiding and life will go back to some sense of normalcy sooner than later. 

Neither option tends to ease the pain and yet when we own the fact that grief can't be managed in our datebook agendas, then we're not quite as taken off guard when it surfaces. 

Small consolation I know. And yet—what if this awareness can soften the rough edges of that deep, deep sorrow that is such a major part of grief?

What if this can be a way to soothe those "Waves of Grief (2:30)?