seeking glimmers of joy through the fog
The very next morning, I left for a 3-day grief retreat. For once, I didn’t have to lead anything; I got to just be. I met in a small discussion group with folks whose parents had also recently died after years of dementia. I took a “Comfort through Collage” workshop that integrated the blessing: ““May the one who dwells in every place comfort you and bring you peace among all those who mourn.” I smashed furniture in a “Grief and Anger” workshop, all very cathartic.
Fielding Life’s Curveballs: How Playing Sports Shapes My Parenting
As a mama, I felt the sting of rejection during my kids' adolescence - the pain radiating through my soul like a line drive to the face. But sports taught me how to stay in the game, to fight for connection even when it hurts.
I Gotta #KeepLiving
I thought that if I loved my people hard enough and never gave up, things would generally work out. Then the pandemic hit.