There must be something strangely sacred about salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.Kahlil Gibran

Those of us who’ve suffered one or more devastating losses often describe grief as being like the ocean with pain and longing breaking over us in waves. At times, the sadness is overwhelming, and we feel as though we’re drowning. But over time, we learn to float, to keep our head above water. We begin to recognize when the big waves are coming and become better able to deal with them. Although we never escape the sadness, we learn to navigate the waters of grief and move forward into the life we create in the wake of our loss.

a panoramic photo of Pismo Beach at sunset

During my darkest days, I found that the wisdom and experience of other grievers helped me to re-enter the world. They showed me that life after the death of a beloved was possible, that I could begin to see beauty, find grace and feel hope, even joy. They helped me realize that love was all around me, and all I had to do was lean in.

At Salt Water, our community can help you find your equilibrium and begin to heal after an unbearable loss. As Barbara Kingsolver put it so beautifully in High Tide in Tucson:

What a stroke of luck. What a singular brute feat of outrageous fortune: to be born into citizenship in the animal kingdom. We love and we lose, go back to the start and do it right over again. For every heavy forebrain solemnly cataloguing the facts of a harsh landscape, there’s a rush of intuition behind it crying out: High tide! Time to move out into the glorious debris. Time to take this life for what it is.

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Art: The Missing Key to Your Grief Recovery

I live with my husband and young son in Boise, Idaho, where life is a beautiful dance between my roles as momma, artist and therapeutic art coach. I’m passionate about bringing light and life to dark places, and one of my favorite ways to do that is in my position as the art ministry director at our local church.

the under melody

There have always been two melodies – the surface level, high and sweet, fit for public consumption. And the underneath, sometimes beautiful and soft, sometimes crude or morbid.

Stirring More Than Chicken Noodle Soup

The thing about the mix of illness and grief is: you have to make your own chicken noodle soup …


For after all, the best thing one can do when it is raining is to let it rain. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


When my daughter took her last breath, I called hospice and the nurse came to make sure she was gone. He took so long, holding the stethoscope to her chest, listening, I worried she would surprise us all and wake up again …

The Not Knowing

Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door. Emily Dickinson

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