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.

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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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Let love be the thread

In 2015, I lost my 13-year-old daughter, Clara, to a combination of cancer and congenital heart disease. In 2016, having never picked up a paint brush before, I began making art.

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The Alchemy of Words

The true alchemists do not change lead into gold; they change the world into words. William H. Gass

When I Write …

It’s not what you produce as you write that’s important, it’s who you become as you write that’s important. Louise deSalvo

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Walking The Labyrinth

The point of a maze is to find its centre. The point of a labyrinth is to find your centre. Unknown

The Things I Have No Words For

I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn’t say any other way — things I had no words for. Georgia O’Keeffe

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Writing My Way Home

Writing goes badly much of the time, our hands arthritic with the muttering of inner critics, the long boney finger pointing down from the sky — “We told you not to tell.” But writing can save your life — telling can save your life. And maybe help other people save their lives, too. Anne Lamott

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