As the E.B. White watched his wife Katherine planning the planting of bulbs in her garden in the last autumn of her life, he wrote, “there was some thing comical yet touching in her bedraggled appearance...the small hunched-over figure, her studied absorption in the...
Only grieving can heal grief; the passage of time will lessen the acuteness, but time alone, without the direct experience of grief, will not heal it.
As we mark ourselves with these ashes, we remind ourselves that no grief is solitary; that what has stricken you is also carried by me. We begin our Lenten journey together, reminding one another that we are those whose flesh grows back. We are those who remain. It is...
I have decided that the only way to live is to embrace grief. For grief only exists where love lived first.
Grief is in two parts. The first is loss. The second is the remaking of life.
Grief is like the wake behind a boat. It starts out as a huge wave that follows close behind you and is big enough to swamp and drown you if you suddenly stop moving forward. But if you do keep moving, the big wake will eventually dissipate. And after a long time, the...
In grief, there is no stage called closure.
In my present season of grief and regret, I am finding that there is no way through apart from gratitude, and that, in fact, thankfulness is my greatest help. Not a plaster of it applied on the wound, not some anesthetic thanks to numb or replace the sadness, but...
That grief that lingers in your heart, or for some is intense and ever present...it's there because you loved, gave and received love, else grief would not exist. So, in your sorrow, may you experience the sweetness of knowing you loved deeply, now a gift that cannot...
But unless we make space for grief, we cannot know the depths of the love of God, the healing God wrings from pain, the way grieving yields wisdom, comfort, even joy. If we do not make time for grief, it will not simply disappear. Grief is stubborn. It will make...