Widows Speak Up
We widows and other bereaved folks who cannot get past our losses fear being unhappy the rest of our lives.
The flannel shirts I’ve seen on my husband and on working men in my dreams are speaking. I see the flannel shirt. I can feel its fabric in my hands, and I’m driving down the street in the rain and suddenly I’m crying. I can’t stop the tears.
Fear is the Mind-Killer
Now that I have been a widow for a year and a half, I’ve been reminded yet again about how fragile life is, and more specifically how fragile I am. I am a limited resource, living on limited resources.
Hello, Traveler. As you make your way along life’s tumultuous highways, it’s important to note that you should always carry a map, have plenty of fuel in the tank, and take frequent rest stops.
One always looks for the way out of pain and crisis, because sitting in the crisis and feeling the pain seem unendurable. We don’t examine our situation, look into what brought us to the crisis, and upgrade our philosophy of life. We don’t grow.