Tag: grief

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Getting Real

November 27, 2018.Writing From The Wound.#grief

I’m not treading water anymore, I’ve been swimming in my archives lately, paddling around and taking a closer look at memories that have been muddied by grief.  I’ve been reliving the days leading up to the end; the end of life as I knew it.  The strange thing is I’m not drowning in tears as […]

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De-cluttering

October 19, 2018.Momentos.#grief

I’ve been cleaning closets and sorting through things that haven’t seen the light of a day for years. I’ve been finding a lot of old memories; cards, notes, trinkets; and having a wave of nostalgia I haven’t felt in a long time.   The corners of this house are stacked with memorabilia, a lot of […]

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Solving the case of the missing muse

October 16, 2018.On Writing.#Blogging

Where do you even start to look for an imaginary friend?  Especially one with infinite places to hide. A muse is a trickster, it has no form or actual substance, it is lighter than air. It can appear in an instant and disappear just as fast. It’s easy to take a muse for granted when […]

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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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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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