I don’t want to write about grief. I want to write about food and projects and books I’ve been reading. But, here I am. I was awoken from a deep sleep, and know that I have no hope of going back unless I express these thoughts and feelings. So, here I am, for better or worse, raw, vulnerable, and unfiltered. Frozen. That’s how I’ve felt for a while. Not fully feeling. Only doing what needs to be done, taking care of others, but unable to dip much into the creative current that usually lives right beneath my surface. Surface. That might be the key. Things on the surface are held…