Into the forest I go
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I just wish I could walk and walk and walk and keep walking. Maybe forever. Into the mist of an impossibly dense forest on an impossibly steep mountain. And then walk some more. Maybe I will find him there.
Read MoreGrieving online
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This week’s post is a Kitchen Table post, where we settle in together with a cup of something warm and have a chat. In this post, we’re thinking about how online spaces have been part of our experiences of grieving. Come sit, if you like. We’ll throw another log on the fire, make you some tea and listen, if you want to share.
Read MoreThe personal responsibility trap
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But what if we thought of both responsibility and resilience as collective, rather than individual?
What if we walked away from the individual memoir of the one sad woman, all alone in her shame?
What if we began to walk together, forming a collective chorus, louder and louder until our voices can’t be ignored?
Read MoreA pause, some reflection and an invitation
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You may have noticed it’s been quiet around here the last few weeks.
Read MoreFirst rites, last rites
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We were in shock, and we had no obvious religious or cultural traditions to follow in this situation. What was offered to us was either a religion we didn’t believe in, or nothing at all. We didn’t have the energy or creativity in that moment to invent our own tradition, so it was nothing. No one around us stepped in, maybe because our entire community lacks a clear set of rituals or guidelines for how to respond to serious illness or death.
Read MoreThis is a chain letter
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This is a chain letter. It was started at the beginning of time by the first person whose baby died, when they met the second person whose baby died, and by sharing their grief and sorrow, both the sender and the recipient felt less alone.