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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Jimmy age four jumping into a pool at the Hyatt Maui. He's wearing blue swim trucks and goggles

The Story I Told Myself

Life doesn’t come with plots; it’s messy and chaotic; life is one damn inexplicable thing after another. And we can’t have that. We insist on meaning. So we tell stories so that our lives make sense. John Dufresne

Moonrise .. the orange moon is just about the mountains in the distance. There's a boat in the water which is reflecting the orange and pink in the sky.

Navigating The Aftermath

This life is mine alone. So I have stopped asking people for directions to places they’re never been. Glennon Doyle

Pink dogwoods against a blue sky

Advice from a dead best friend

Put on your shoes and walk in the world,
talking to me. I’m right here with you;
I’m always within reach. It’s a good time
to chat, so go ahead. You’ll know it’s me
when you know it’s me. But even when
you’re not sure, I’m listening.

Walking Through Grief

The miracle is not to walk on water. The miracle is to walk on the green earth in the present moment. Thich Nhat Hanh

Molly at twilight scattering Jimmy's ashes in Sorrento. Her hair is in a bun, and she's in side silhouette on the left. Behind her is a hill. The sky is light blue, gray and orange

Setting Them Free

At the end, we receive ashes. They are not condensations of being, but a reminder that even fire cannot destroy what has been loved. Siddharth Dhanvant Shanghvi

Blood red moon on the left against a dark blue sky. On the right, a silhouette of a tree

Fire Followers

My barn having burned down, now I can see the moon. Mizuta Masahide

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