The stages of my grief have been layered and surprising. I am still struck by the sense of absence that is so quickly swallowed up by the space around me as if the absence doesn't exist even though I feel it within me still. What is it about the day to day of existence that… Continue reading Layered Grief
We're currently living in a world of extreme contradiction--extreme wealth and extreme poverty, extremely safe and extremely dangerous, increasingly connected and increasingly fragmented. Our inner worlds are plagued with anxiety, depression and loneliness even as aspects of our circumstances arguably promise joy, friendship and stability. Generations have been building to our modern prosperity in the… Continue reading Creating Space for Grief – Part One
With shocking regularity I find that being an adult often means breaking down completely as though I will never be able to hold any more information or feeling within myself. I know I was a tough kid because I didn't cry often. I learned not to because my father wanted a son but I was a… Continue reading The Art of Falling Apart
Places become the canvas for memory. Of course art describes this. Labors to reveal to all that places and memories are not simply ephemeral things which can be treated as fantasy and fancy. Art is that blessed purgatory wherein all that has not or perhaps cannot be weighed and proved in one lifetime still becomes… Continue reading Entangling Memory and Place
Sidgwick Black 