Tag: Grief and Loss

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Grief is the soul’s way of honoring what we have loved. It is not a state to be cured, but a wilderness to be journeyed through. While the world may see only affliction or distress, we recognize grief as the “keen sorrow” that carves out space for a deeper capacity to feel and exist. This space holds the totality of mourning—from the literal death of a loved one to the quiet bereavement of the lives we never got to live—inviting us to sit with the “sharp sorrow” until it reveals its transformative heart.

  • Birth Day: A Recollection

    Birth Day: A Recollection

    Life is as short as the memories of those who loved us and what they say about us after we’re gone.

  • Mulling

    Mulling

    Deprivations and restrictions are inevitable. Throughout our lifetime, we’ll encounter ordeals that push us underwater, plunging us from times of growth to times of deficiency. Captive to what’s too strong for us, we wait for deliverance.

  • Voodoo

    Voodoo

    The more aware I am of the losses I experience throughout the day, and the claims that back up my sense of loss, the more I am able to contain myself rather than projecting my unsolved mysteries outward.

  • A God of Deliverance

    A God of Deliverance

    I don’t know why my children escaped death that night and why, somewhere, another mother’s child did not. I don’t know the theology of these things.

  • Thank You, Tante Waltraud

    Thank You, Tante Waltraud

    “I’ve lived a beautiful, wonderful life and enjoyed every minute. I’ve done and had everything I’ve ever wanted.”

  • Widows Speak Up

    Widows Speak Up

    We widows and other bereaved folks who cannot get past our losses fear being unhappy the rest of our lives.

  • Mercy Triumphs Over Judgment

    Mercy Triumphs Over Judgment

    It is so much easier to judge others than to love them. How far we stray from the ways of Love when we grant ourselves the freedom to judge.

  • Letting Go

    Letting Go

    When the basis of one or more habits decays or disappears, we discover we don’t know who we are any more.

  • Roadster

    Roadster

    No matter how hard I held on, or what the doctors did, this disease was a roiling, heaving event greater than us.

  • Things Fall Apart

    Things Fall Apart

    If you have ever lost anything of great substance, ever experienced the dissolution of an important relationship or the death of a beloved, you’ve known what it is to sink to your lowest point.