Sweat

Healing your body after the death of a beloved

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Tears

Living with an unbearable loss

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Sea

Moving forward into the life you create in the wake of loss

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Both tears and sweat are salty, but they render a different result. Tears will get you sympathy; sweat will get you change.
Jesse Jackson

Grief and loss can take a terrible toll on the body. We stop eating, we eat too much, we eat empty calories instead of nourishing our bodies. We can’t sleep, we don’t want to get out of bed, all we do is sleep. We can’t bear to leave the house, much less go to the gym, take the dog for a walk or go for a run.

an image of eight hands making fists all coming together in the middle of a circle of friends

Learn to deal with the physical impact of grief and begin to heal your body after a devastating loss. We share ideas on how to move, nourish and rejuvenate your body even on your hardest days.

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Solvitur Ambulando

Jan Haag teaches journalism and creative writing at Sacramento City College where she is the chair of the journalism department and advises student publications. She is the author of Companion Spirit, a collection of poems about her husband’s death at the age of 48, published by Amherst Writers & Artists Press. She leads writing groups in Sacramento where the topic of grief and loss often arises.

A Letter To My Son

Ana Murphy is the mother of two children — Daniel Velez and Alejandro Velez. She has been a Systems Engineer for more than 30 years. After the death of her eldest son, Daniel, she felt the need to do something different. She needed something more […]

The Power of Writing to Help People Heal

Just about seven years ago, as I was ending a bad marriage, helping my teenage girls find their way, trying to heal me and us and, simultaneously, dreading all the work I needed to do as a woman, a mom, a daughter, a partner and a professional, I fell into a writing group.

Hot Lava

When Molly and Jimmy were little, they played a game they called “Hot Lava”. The rules were simple — the family room floor was covered in hot lava, and they couldn’t step on it (for obvious reasons). Because of the hot lava, Molly and Jimmy “had” to climb on the back of the couch, stand on the coffee table and leap from the couch to the fireplace. Otherwise, “we could burn up, Mom!”

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