Posts Tagged ‘grieving well’
Of decades and dearness….
It’s a new decade and my one little word surprised me quick: When I was a girl, there was one warm little word that could smooth back the hair from my upset and calm the afraid-and-alone of me, sometimes offered by my mother and also my grandma Creasy when I was particularly deserving. “Dear” “You…Read More
How deep your aliveness goes…..
I’ve been walking down roads where my words won’t follow, where they park themselves at the trailhead and sit down to eat a snack because they wince to hear the language of these wild places where the wind bleeds a howling sound that shakes me to the bone. Grief has such a deep voice it’s hard to…Read More