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Fourth of four.
What’s Your Grief? by Eleanor Hayley & Litsa Williams
There’s something very good that happens on the inside when you feel understood…
…or you come to understand.
Face-to-face this can be called empathy. I’m not sure what to call it when it’s in a book! Perhaps just that. 
Third of four.
Hole in the World by Amanda Held Opelt
Searching for the right word…
– I really *loved* this book. Hmm. Loved. Not sure. Wish it didn’t belong in this season so do I actually love it? Maybe!
– I really *appreciated* this book. Hmm. Too dry and polite.
– I really *cherished* reading this book. Hmm. Just because I somehow want to hug it – is that what I’m trying to express by the word cherish?
– I have deeply valued this book? I do but it still seems to not say all the things.
Second of four.
The intention of these posts is not for those who have woken freshly in the newness of loss. Too soon. Too much. Too raw. The day holds enough of its own. These book posts are for those a bit along the road.
Book 2: Finding Meaning by David Kessler
Continue reading “Grief reading – book 2”
First of four.
Over the next few days, I thought I’d post about some of the grief reading I’ve done in the last 11 ish months. I didn’t start reading for several months but it’s coming up on a year since The Reason to read this genre Happened.
Book 1 – A Grief Observed by CS Lewis
What grief collection would be complete without this? And now I have my answer.
I first picked this up about a month in but it was too soon and the words swam and were immediately forgotten so I set it aside for several more months.
Continue reading “Grief reading – book 1”
I lift up my eyes to the treetops
Through a square viewfinder to a whole ecosystem above.
From where comes my help?
My help comes from the Maker of
The trees
And the blossoms floating by on the breeze
And the bees in the broken bough
And the transparent wings of the dragonfly and the sun whose light on the wings
Catches my eye
Through the high window
of the shower whose water washes over me
And the tears being counted
And the ones who witness and carry and love.
He is where our help comes from.
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Soundtrack below
Bless me Dentist for I have been absent.
It has been many years since my last appointment.
Please absolve my absence, neglect and failure to floss with cheap and painless treatment involving no fear or guilt.
The end.
The feeling and tone of the exhibition by Rone was sacred and set by the first words I read at the entrance:
One day we each
– Will close a drawer,
– Put down a cup,
– Turn out a light,
– Send a message,
– Click a ‘like’
– Say “I love you”, “see you soon”, “have a good day”
I know so many Warrior women.
They don’t look like the typical image that “warrior” might suggest.
This was a homeschool art class lesson sample from a few years ago… this morning (before this came up in my FB memories) I’d already had a conversation using the word “disoriented” a few times so when this pic came up I saw it as a pretty great representation of what internal disorientation feels like.
Continue reading “Dis and Re – Orientation!”