Elva Stoelers

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Serendipity

October 11, 2018.Writing From The Wound.#friends

I was having a low and quiet evening – indulging and stoking my grief – when the universe sent me a friend.  Grief is a lonely road but I am not traveling it alone.  A fellow traveler reached out and kept me company for an hour or two last night. A friend I haven’t talked […]

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Onward

October 9, 2018.Writing From The Wound.#grief

I’m six months into this widowhood and I’m surprised to find it still feels brand new. I don’t feel like I have progressed much beyond the start line but I’m coming to terms. Mine is not the saddest story but it is ‘my’ sad story.  Grief is not a competition – there is no prize […]

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Giving Thanks

October 7, 2018.Momentos.#grief

So it’s thanksgiving and I’ve got a hundred things to be thankful for, I’m making a conscious effort to count them and yet…   there is a black curtain hanging in front of gratitude this year – a barrier separating me from all the blessings in my life I know I don’t have a monopoly on […]

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Apples and sauce

October 4, 2018.Momentos.#grief

Our eldest granddaughter is eight years old.  Every September, for as far back as her memory can take her, she and her Papa have made applesauce with the apples harvested from the tree in our backyard.  It has been a tradition, a date they both looked forward to all summer as they watched the apples […]

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Six Months – A Drop in Forever

October 2, 2018.Writing From The Wound.#grief

So many days I still find myself sitting in sorrow, acknowledging the ache in my heart and succumbing to this new reality. It feels like the penny of forever just dropped and shed a light on the hole in my life – the dark, deep, lonely hole. Sometimes I can’t muster the effort to shake […]

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Within my dream a message

September 30, 2018.Writing From The Wound.#dreams

I can’t seem to shake that dream I had last week – I’ve been walking around with it in my pocket for days. The actual dream happened in a split second but was so vivid I can’t stop thinking about it. I saw him clearly, I felt his presence. The more I think about that […]

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The problem with a sleepless night

September 27, 2018.Writing From The Wound.#coping

I tossed and turned for most of the night last night – I worried the hell out of everything I could think of.  I tried all the suggested tricks to fall asleep and the moon shone a spotlight on my efforts. I spun my tires on family, friends and finances.  I fretted about the dogs, […]

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Story and the evolution of us

September 25, 2018.On Writing.#grief

Years ago I took a writing course titled “The Hero’s Journey” based on the book by Joseph Campbell.  During the course I learned the recipe for storytelling and within that recipe I discovered something.  The Heroes Journey is actually everybody’s journey – the story of each and every one of us. The reluctant hero called […]

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Remembering

September 23, 2018.Writing From The Wound.#dreams

I awoke the other morning with a kiss still warm on my lips. The dream had been fleeting but the sensation lingered. I’d held his face between my hands, looked into his eyes and kissed him. Not a heated kiss, a gentle one – I tasted him. In that split second I felt him. I […]

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A Tale of Two Elvas

September 22, 2018.Momentos.#grandmother

My grandmother was fifty-four when my grandfather died. His was a sudden and unexpected death. He left behind a grieving widow and six devastated children.  My mother used to share details of that tragic event with my brother and sisters and I every September on the anniversary of her father’s passing – it was a […]

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