I didn’t realize it was grief. I knew it was painful. I realized it was necessary. I worked to make it transformative; the endings which signal unwanted beginnings. I’ve wondered why a walk into a sunny blue-sky spring day could rip the air from my lungs. Or a twinge of pain still sears my chest when passing … More I didn’t realize it was grief
Tuesday, I discovered again how important having space and time to grieve is when the world tips over. We want to rush and feel better. Any better. The fella and I – still solid friends (as wearisome and clichéd as that may sound) – parted to make space for grief to do its work in healing. This has … More evening passed and morning came…
Failure and freedom: I wrote of this Monday – cheekily mentioning about not staying in heartbreak hotel. How prescient. Tuesday evening, I cried with the fella as we watched our hearts break in a good hard decision towards focusing on shoring up a family and a future. The grief – the weight of the loss – is real. … More Young at heart
Autumn has begun its final approach to the Flint Hills. Cooler weather signals relief from the scorching summer sun and wilting humidity. A change is in the wind. It also means soon the grass will be veiled in its wintry brown and flowers will have faded with the splash park days. Football-weather breezes and pumpkin lattes arrive as … More What remains
