And I’m learning that to sit with grief (which is sometimes seemingly out of the reach of hope or any warm sentiments) is to honor our capacity to love. At some point the chest hurt eases but I’m not grabbing for that moment.
Is the underlying assumption from my questioner that grief isn’t just about someone dying but wondering about where they’ll end up in the end?
I needed to be alone–it was all too much and just so strange.
We weren’t created with the capacity to breeze through these times. Feeling is a gift, even when it hurts.
We’re living in whirlwinds Sucking up airless moments Fleeting Gasp gasp gasping . We used the metal concert gates as stretchers for the injured for the deceased . She asks me what the red stuff is. I pretend not to know. Two year olds shouldn’t be able to identify someone else’s blood. . How was […]
I was just talking with someone I greatly respect and love. She’s younger than me by a few years. For a moment I wondered if she looks up to me… And then my mind jumped to women older than me who I look up to. And if I wanted to talk with one of those […]
I’m finite, I come to an end. These are lyrics from a Sara Groves song. They’ve been ringing in my head for a while now, reminding me of the need to desire eternity with God but not be so “heavenly minded that I’m of no earthly good,” as my dad would say. I must be […]