When Death Inspires Life
Death losses are sad and hard and they often bring us into acute awareness about the life we are living. Death losses bring to light how fragile and brief life is.
Death losses are sad and hard and they often bring us into acute awareness about the life we are living. Death losses bring to light how fragile and brief life is.
In challenging seasons, creativity can be THE thing that helps you move forward or grow through the experiences. What gets your creative juices flowing?
People who are grieving often apologize to me about their tears or strong emotions. Why do any of us do that? Because it is vulnerable when our feelings bubble up out of our eyes and roll down our cheeks.
Like lots of people, I watched the Olympics. The athletes, their skill, years-long dedication to their sport, their enormous efforts have been front and center. From all over the world, they’ve gathered to compete as well as represent.
Last fall I wrote about the necessity to mindfully choose who our friends are. At times, this means identifying and creating boundaries around friendship. (Hard and sad).
I don’t know about you, but my mind has been running on her gerbil wheel. There are so many things happening in the world – and sometimes it’s hard to turn off my messy mind.
Do you ever have one of those days? One where you feel unbalanced, distracted, discouraged, or even a tiny bit lost? You may find yourself so distracted that you move from one project to another without completing a thing and feel like you are wasting time.
With so many things happening in the world, in our communities, and in our own lives, it can be hard to focus. Our attention is pulled in different directions. Our hearts are sometimes undone by it all.
I’ve been thinking lately about the ways in which I’ve come to understand the necessity of holding grief lightly. The world and our daily lives are filled with losses. Losses that are personally profound, heartbreaking, wild, and unruly.
Do you remember returning to elementary school after what seemed like an endless summer. Perhaps your new teacher asked you to write or speak about what you did over the summer months.