i found an old to-do list, from the year i was made of the hole cut through my ribs with the loss of you. breath whistled through me then, and i counted the miles i ran on wet streets and muddy trails. movement became my mantra. one foot then another.
i will reproduce it here, in the hopes that it will help you too:
-pray to yr holy
-use yr tools
-stay slow & feel
-use trust as bhakti in this frightened world
– remember how resilient you are