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Sacred Grief
I joined the inimitable Mirabai Starr this weekend along with 500 others for her generous free offering, The Sacred Art of Grieving. Creating an instant on line community of grievers takes a tremendous heart of compassion. So many people hunger for a space where their grief is acknowledged and witnessed, and Mirabai created such a space. Sharing stories of grief expands our hearts. We are precious but we are also strong. We file the forms and talk to the insurance companies and give away belongings because these are tasks that the living must do. We also talk to the sky and listen to the birds through which our loved ones…
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Navigating My Grief- Sailing
We never know where we will find our loved ones. When I am sailing I find Jonah in the fluid shapes of clouds, the shimmer of sunlight on the waves, the vastness of the ocean. Immersion in nature is so healing. I know he is a part of it and I feel his presence keenly when I am on the ocean.
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Missing Jonah on Every Holiday
I had a fabulous 4th of July celebration with my family–my 3 granddaughters romping in the pool with their parents, discovering all the toys in the playroom I furnished for them from FB Marketplace, eating takeout that Todd prepared from the inimitable Starving Artist Cafe in Stockton, NJ. And yet, Jonah was missing. He is the tiny hole in the fabric of my joy. And it will always be this way. My joy is always tinged with sorrow.There is a Japanese concept known as wabi-sabi. It is a term that acknowledges the impermanent and the incomplete. My joy is wabi-sabi, but so is my grief.