The healing power of nature
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Jonah as Grief Myth
Today I indulged in one of my favorite Sunday past times, reading Irish poet Padraig O’Tuama’s excellent substack. Today’s essay was “London and the underworld.” As he does each week, he invited readers to submit comments to a question. Today’s question is “what myths have helped you make sense of your lives?” I immediately knew my response: Jonah in the clouds. My response appeared to resonate , so I’m posting it in full here: “My eldest son Jonah died in 2013 following a car accident. I wrote a grief memoir about our special relationship, and Jonah as my Spirit Guide, called “Pine Melody.” I see him in the Great Expanse,…
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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.