It’s the fraction of a moment when you first wake up where things are full of potential. Look out a window, take a deep breath, yawn, stretch, sigh, maybe pray for a moment or simply be. And then reality sweeps in. The crushing weight of … fear, loneliness, grief, hopelessness. Futility. I remember a time…
Month: June 2019
Grief is not linear
There is no straight line from loss to what we’ll call recovery. I’d like to say “all my life I thought…” but truth is, I never even thought about grief, about loss, about what it means for everyday, what that loss does to the light, to time, to joy, to the very act of breathing,…