Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak whispers the o’er fraught heart and bids it break. ~William Shakespeare The World as I Knew It Was Gone When my mom died, I was flattened. The rug wasn’t pulled out from under my feet. The rug was pulled out from under...
Works of art are of an infinite solitude and no means of approach is so useless as criticism. Only Love can touch and hold them and be fair to them. Always trust yourself and your own feeling as opposed to argumentations, discussions or introductions of that...
Hello Friend, As someone who has become a grief educator, it serves to talk about grief, about sorrow and loss. Two reasons come quickly to mind. First, our culture at-large can then begin to understand the many colors of sorrow and loss without sweeping it under the...
You are seen. Everything is seen No judge here Simply seen. People in your world wrapped up in judgment I do not judge I love I love you into love I love you into love beyond the highest hills and mountaintops I love you into love beyond the greatest ocean depths I...
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This was first written twenty years ago after my dad passed on This March 29th is the anniversary Peace unto you and yours, wherever you or they may be Honoring Trees and Loved Ones To become comfort unto ourselves There is nothing else but us We are all here Those in...
