The Weight of Stone

We carry the dead in the marrow of our bones. It is a quiet burden, one that does not announce itself in the street, but sits heavy in the chest when the light hits the wall just so. We are told to mourn in shadows, to wear the colors of the earth, to hide our faces until the grief has been processed, filed away, forgotten. But there is a different way to hold a loss. To walk into the sun, to let the warmth touch the skin, to stand against the ancient stone and feel the pulse of a world that continues without asking for our permission. It is not a betrayal to find beauty in the aftermath. It is a survival. The stone remains. The sea continues its rhythm against the cliff. We are only passing through, yet we are here, breathing, standing in the glare of a day that does not know our names. What remains when the mourning is finally set aside?

Sandra Frimpong has captured this stillness in her image titled Hidden Gem of Amalfi. It is a study in how we carry ourselves through the light. Does the brightness offer you a place to rest?