A year after my mother died a therapist thought I'd been grieving too long. So she prescribed me an antidepressant. Mindlessly, I filled the prescription and took the pills. When I had significant side effects after the first month, she prescribed me a different one. Seriously? I thought. Why am I . . .
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Is it me, or is there a pall hanging in the air right now? I'm looking for something good, but I don't see anything but sadness. ~a friend When he asked me that question, a rhetorical one, really, I could relate. A dear friend was in the hospital. Someone heading up a project for me had to resign . . .
To a young woman I love and admire: Trust. The world is hard to navigate sometimes and some of the hills can really sap your strength. Just trust that the highest good will always prevail, even if it doesn't seem that way. Bad things are going to happen -- maybe they're there so we can recognize . . .
Sometimes people leave you halfway through the wood. Do not let it grieve you, No one leaves for good. You are not alone. No one is alone. The stage version of the Sondheim musical, Into the Woods, was such a strange three hours--dark and uplifting all at once, with some of . . .
These past four days I lived in a place where all hearts were wide open. No, we weren't all sitting around singing Kumbaya. Not at all. We were scientists, scholars, chaplains, grieving families, soul journeyers, mediums, physicians--you name it--all gathered together to share and to love. All . . .
The Blessed Lord said: You are mourning when there is no cause to lament, and yet you speak words that seem to be wise. The truly wise lament neither for the living nor the dead. We all grieve the loss of those who have been important to us in our lives. Our family and friends, our beloved pets. . . .
In which case it's not really a loss, then, is it? Finding the lesson in the situation is tricky though. Sometimes that discovery only comes with time, because at first, we're so consumed by pain we can't see clearly. Sometimes the pain grows until it's so large it chokes out any clear . . .
Even in the midst of great joy, shadows loom around the edges. We know that loss is inevitable, but we're too busy living to think about it. I was reminded of that just this month when our beloved older dog was diagnosed with an aggressive cancer and we had to put him to sleep. He'd been ailing . . .
Love. Love is everything, whether it's love for a child, a mate, a friend, a neighbor or the world. Especially the world. We should treat love like it's abundant, because it is. Love is everything. Living gently. What we use, what we lose, how we manage, how we work. We can--and . . .