Not Alone: Grieving the Loss of My Child. {poetry}
How could they? How selfish? How ignorant for anyone to think they have the right to judge such tragedy and loss? How dare you?
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loss
Time Does Not Heal Anything, Perspective Does.
A traumatic event needs empowering meaning as an antidote to heal. Finding it is a process in time, but when you do, the healing happens instantaneously.
The Poetry of Loss.
The more we can name loss as it appears in daily life, the more intimate we become with its ways. And the more we know it, the less we fear it.
The Blessing I Received Through Mourning My Mom.
Moving from grief into mourning is accepting that the loss has occurred, feeling it fully, and actively moving through it, so that it is transformed.
The Only Way Out Is Through: The Benefits Of Navigating Resistance.
What emotion do you feel? What does your body want to do? Do you want to cry and moan? Do you feel like yelling, pounding pillows, or stomp-dancing?
People Of The Fire {poetry}
Gods, like phantoms, rise up out of the fire,
created and destroyed at the whim of the people.
The Relief in Admitting Our Truth to Ourselves.
The sharpest tool to combat fear is truth. Even amid impenetrable darkness, the spark of confession can ignite the torch we clutch with blistered hands.
Grief, Touching up My Memories. {poetry}
I danced
with joy
with great delight
and utter and complete abandon
Could grief be right?
Could joy be found
among the memories
that grief now tightly held?
Missing My Mojo: Mending Nets and Praying for Peace.
Life is hard enough without putting pressure on ourselves. In Divine right timing, all will unfold, and as Juliana of Norwich said, "All shall be well."
As the Sun Eclipsed, So Did My Mother’s Life.
I have accepted that my mother has released me. She paid for my flight and wanted me to come so she could do just that. Today I see I need to release her.