Grief

How do we bear witness? How do we bid farewell?

Chelsea Steinauer-Scudder • They Carry Us With Them: The Great Tree Migration – Emergence Magazine

a marker of transitioning to sober adulthood that i wasn’t expecting is the realisation that i can’t be my parents’ saviour. that our very relationship means despite my best efforts i’m one of the people least capable of being with the aspects of them they most need held & seen

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My grief says that I dared to love, that I allowed another to enter the very core of my being and find a home in my heart. Grief is akin to praise; it is how the soul recounts the depth to which someone has touched our lives. To love is to accept the rites of grief.

Francis Weller • The Wild Edge of Sorrow: Rituals of Renewal and the Sacred Work of Grief

What can we do when we are forced to face death? Do we continue ignoring it or do we weave it into our understanding, possibly creating a more nuanced appreciation for both the fleetingness of life and its interconnected nature? I find that it is this very activity that can arm us with the tools needed to continue living in a world that no longer... See more

Veronica Menaldi • After mom died, I found great comfort in a medieval Andalusian tale | Psyche Ideas

“I had never known a feeling as unbearable - as sour, wrenching and unshakeably sad - as pity for a parent.” - Ghosts

are actually the ones who pass, from one existence to another. Grief uproots us. From some peaceful, calm, happy place, we are thrown into another world entirely. They are dead, and you have passed – into a world of grief. Once you enter this world, you are here for life. This world is full of people like you, people who have lost someone they

Miriam Mulcahy • This is My Sea: The Number 1 Bestseller

What you mean is how am I managing to cope, now that Tig has died. Am I lonely? Am I suffering? Is the house too empty? Am I checking all the boxes of the prescribed grieving process? Have I gone into the dark tunnel, dressed in mourning black with gloves and a veil, and come out the other end, all cheery and wearing bright colours and loaded for

Margaret Atwood • Old Babes in the Wood

For 27 years, photographer Deanna Dikeman photographed her parents waving goodbye in their driveway: “I started in 1991 with a quick snapshot, and I continued taking photographs with each departure. I never set out to make this series. I just took these photographs as a way to deal with the sadness of leaving. It... See more

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