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.

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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Stilling Time
I did not meet this life until I met its brevity. Did not meet my voice until I knew every word could be my last. Andrea Gibson
The Song of the Broken World
It is a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in the broken world. Mary Oliver
Lucky
I think we consider too much the good luck of the early bird and not enough the bad luck of the worm. Franklin Delano Roosevelt
I Will Call Us A Blessing
Penguins travel and rest on rafts made of their collective bodies. On land they huddle, constantly shifting, small steps, each taking its turn rotating into the warm middle. Sheltered. Protected. Held.
Let It Rain Down
You can’t stop time. You can’t capture light. You can only turn your face up and let it rain down. The Memory Keeper’s Daughter
Tribute
Everyone thinks Koko was the first of us to learn sign language. But anyone who eats bananas knows it was Washoe, a chimpanzee who could combine signs to create new meanings such as “water bird” for a swan and “dumb ape” meaning humans.










