Grief

Grief I - VII   

'Humanity needs to reawaken to the divine, the spiritual, the heart of what compels us to act as we do. If we do not reclaim the lost art of grieving, listening to our bodies and embracing, rather than suppressing our feelings, then we risk death. Death of body, death of soul, death of spirit; for we cannot love if we cannot feel. Do not be afraid to plunge into the depths of what makes you who you are, for in doing so there is great freedom.'

                                                                                                         ------Jennifer Peters

I lost my son Anthony seven years ago. He died while I was nursing him in the woods; his body went still, his skin became white and one slow trickle of blood ran down his exquisite face. I loved him like no other and he was gone in a moment, as was any illusion I had of control. We have no control. Life, nature is wild, untameable, flawless. It is a force beyond any we have the capacity to know or understand. I cannot look at creation and refuse to believe there is a creator, an entity greater than myself at work. While we may never comprehend the why; we can trust that the broken fragments of our lives can be woven together into a gorgeous tapestry infinitely more beautiful than what came before.