There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief … And unspeakable love …
Washington Irving
After the death of a beloved, there is no avoiding the overwhelming grief or the tears. In the immediate aftermath, we may be in shock, feel numb or even be in denial about the loss. Although everyone’s timetable is different, eventually we have to acknowledge the loss and how devastated we are. No matter how painful, we must sit with our grief and all that we’ve lost in order to start healing.
At Salt Water, we can help you learn to live with an unbearable loss. We offer ideas, strategies, tools and most importantly, hope that you can survive the death of someone you didn’t think you could live without.
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I Know The Real Truth
The very first thing I tell my new students on the first day of a workshop is that good writing is about telling the truth. We are a species that needs and wants to understand who we are. Sheep lice do not seem to share this longing, which is one reason why they write so little. Anne Lamott
Some Things I Have Learnt This Year …
You are and always will be the love of my life. One year ago, we were happily planning our life together. Little did we know in a split second our lives would change forever.
My Mother: A Life Well-Lived. A Departure Well Done.
My mother. My anchor. She steadies me. Holds me in place.
My mother. My rock. She gives me a place to pause, to be still.
The Silence Of Attention
Have you ever heard the wonderful silence just before the dawn? Or the quiet and calm just as a storm ends? Or perhaps you know the silence when you haven’t the answer to a question you’ve been asked, or the hush of a country road at night, or the expectant pause of a room full of people when someone is just about to speak, or, most beautiful of all, the moment after the door closes and you’re alone in the whole house? Each one is different, you know, and all very beautiful if you listen carefully. The Phantom Tollbooth
Pretending
Child, you cannot escape your grief. You can try to drown it in distractions, numb it with your vices or even pretend it isn’t there at all. Sooner or later, it will spring back out of its hiding place and demand you stand and face it. Beau Taplin, Poet & Author