vol. 5 issue 14 vol. 5 AOS 12 Greetings, Recently, I watched unseen as a man lifted the lid of a Dumpster in the back alley of an apartment complex. The scene was unfolding across the street from where I sat upon the roof-top deck of a local gathering place.
Thank you for sharing this, dear Whitney, and how wise. We can all help you hold your grief and your love when you allow us the opportunity, as you have here. xo
Hang in there, Whitney! I was married for 28 years, but never felt loved; wandered the desert of singlehood for a few years; found a dear soul with whom I became engaged; and nine months later he died of a brain tumor. I grieved deeply. Then, eleven months to the day after his death, I met my dear husband of nearly 23 years, who teaches me every day that I am loveable. You too could grow out of this pain and confusion to find you best life mate. Hang in there!
What a vulnerable and beautiful piece...the ache that I felt reading it was so familiar, as we all go through the ringer of grief and loss, but your situation, is almost too much in such a short period. Your determination to slog through, process and feel into the grief and loss is both inspiring and painful, as we all dredge up our own memories of feeling eviscerated by life and it's random (and sometimes, self-inflicted) slings and arrows. All the best, Whitney; I'm glad you found a confidant to offer a sounding board and fellowship. Much love. Jane
Well Whitney, I don't always get to the end of long pieces of inner reveals, yet yours has captivated me to completion. As we attempt to shape our lives, our lives shape us. Ying and Yang. We survive. Peace, Maurice
Oh, McBike. I just wanna give you a hug. Always love and peace to you.
Thank you for sharing this, dear Whitney, and how wise. We can all help you hold your grief and your love when you allow us the opportunity, as you have here. xo
Hang in there, Whitney! I was married for 28 years, but never felt loved; wandered the desert of singlehood for a few years; found a dear soul with whom I became engaged; and nine months later he died of a brain tumor. I grieved deeply. Then, eleven months to the day after his death, I met my dear husband of nearly 23 years, who teaches me every day that I am loveable. You too could grow out of this pain and confusion to find you best life mate. Hang in there!
What a vulnerable and beautiful piece...the ache that I felt reading it was so familiar, as we all go through the ringer of grief and loss, but your situation, is almost too much in such a short period. Your determination to slog through, process and feel into the grief and loss is both inspiring and painful, as we all dredge up our own memories of feeling eviscerated by life and it's random (and sometimes, self-inflicted) slings and arrows. All the best, Whitney; I'm glad you found a confidant to offer a sounding board and fellowship. Much love. Jane
Well Whitney, I don't always get to the end of long pieces of inner reveals, yet yours has captivated me to completion. As we attempt to shape our lives, our lives shape us. Ying and Yang. We survive. Peace, Maurice