A note for when we just need to feel -- Writing is quite often a solitary experience. Maybe there are super humans who can write in a crowded noisy public spaces, but I am not one of them. When sound settles to the ground and I can hear the breath in my lungs, then I’m able to see the images emerging, hoping its their turn to tell the truth out loud. My body sighs, fingers tap, and my face smiles. Well, hello story. There you are.
So many people want to paint grief as simple. It is one of the most complex experiences we can ever have. Thank God for feelings.
Yes to the complexity!