When one stands before this magnificent tomb of Taj Mahal it is not sorrow that is felt, it is the deep emotional response received from seeing something of incredible beauty. It is a sense of connection to our past echoing down to the bone the minute we touch fingertips to marble and trace the graceful floral scrolls. Sorrow inspired the Taj Mahal but it was love that constructed it. Not only the love of one human being toward another but also the love the tradespeople had for their work and the love a people have for their history and culture.
We may not have the resources of an emperor but the same creative force is within us to transform grief into beauty. We have some choice over the journey grief will travel through us. It can be expressed by flinging paint at a blank canvas, the thoughtful gathering of community stitching a memorial quilt together or simply our solitary voice wailing into the wind.
Step into your creative force and let all of it move you: numbness, pain, loneliness, sorrow. There is joy there too and of course beauty. It is found in the delicate lace patterns carved into what we thought would be unyielding stone.