Tag Archives: Grief

When it ended

  “The good news is, I’m alive! The bad news is, I fell in a crevasse.” These words came to me while my husband, Doug, was driving down from Paradise base camp on Mt. Rainier to return home. “What?” I … Continue reading

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The house with many rooms

“Grief is like living in a house with many rooms, each with a different name: sadness, anger, fear, celebration, remembering, joy, gratitude.  A friend suggested that the key to abiding in this house is to leave the door to each … Continue reading

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In The Underbelly

in the underbelly of Chiang Mai I met a shoeshine boy, maybe 8  midnight eyes pleading face   he vanished into the lady-boys and  fat old white men groping Asian girls   I almost gasped when I couldn’t find him … Continue reading

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The bird cage

Our psyches and bodies carry the wounds from our pain. More than memory alone it is buried in our our bones and tissue. This embodiment forms a type of cage that we imagine restricts where and for how long we … Continue reading

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Today

today I am fighting off the loneliness which punches like the wind cutting across The Ohio   my daughters are baking snickerdoodles while I am  following some portal that is mine alone to crawl through repenting   today joy and … Continue reading

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Fearing Grief

I had an interesting moment while I was writing a Facebook post the other day. I re-posted a story about a journalist in Gaza whose 11 month old precious baby was killed in a wildly inaccurate targeted shooting. I will link … Continue reading

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On dealing with grief

A week ago I learned that Teresa died. I have long enjoyed her family band, The Cutters, a blend of Irish, Sea Shanties, and old time music. Fiddle, guitars, harmonies. Just good stuff. We once had a lengthy conversation when … Continue reading

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