Tag: recovery

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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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Hindsight and Forgiveness

September 8, 2018.Writing From The Wound.#forgiveness

I would love to say I was the perfect, patient, loving spouse in those last few months of my husband’s life but the truth is I wasn’t. I was frustrated and angry and terrified. We didn’t know what the hell was going on and he and I were coming at the problem from two different […]

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On my way

September 2, 2018.Momentos.#grief

I was walking the dog this afternoon, the sun was shining and a fall breeze was pushing newly dried leaves across the sidewalk.  I was lost in thought; visions of back to school and days of yore; when a motorcycle screeched to a stop at the corner. I’m not up on motorcycles, one looks much […]

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Leaving a mark

August 29, 2018.Momentos.#grief

I’ve been walking beaches, picking up shells, feeling the wind on my face and listening to the surf. I have been lulled by the sea. My mind has wandered and I have been touched by the vastness of time.  Eternity makes a person feel small – eternity makes this day short and splendid and unique. […]

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A Chink in my Armor

August 25, 2018.Writing From The Wound.#grief

I know the exact moment I turned into a machine, the minute my emotions dulled and I began to just function.  It was like I walked into a wall and it hurt like hell.  I remember gasping, burying my face in my hands and slumping into myself with such force I could hardly breathe.  But […]

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