Loss seldom happens all at once. It’s a movement, an emptying that takes something away bit by bit until there’s nothing left to take apart but the memory. Like a cup made of ice melting into itself. The whole world, the entire cosmos… statues of melting ice.
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John Brehm’s lovely The Poetry of Grief, Gratitude, and Reverence is a collection of work by people who get it and know how to share it.
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So how do we deal with the endings that are hard? How do we accept the endings that are bittersweet or the ones we see are coming?
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Because a lotus will not thrive in clear water, it needs the mud in order to bloom.
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By Julia Prentice This is Fall, the time of leaves and leaving. My mother is leaving us,...
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