For me, it is impossible to quantify grief. To qualify it. To define it. It comes as a surprise. It comes as a wave. It comes suddenly. Or it comes on slow. It can feel like nostalgia, anger, sadness, gratitude, drowning. It can be triggered. It can be low grade. It can be reassuring. It can…
Tag: A Grief Observed
I miss the mundane to-do lists from my Dad. I miss the supply run. The putter of routine.
From Drawn Together: My every-second-day visits are full and busy. Fold the laundry, pack the clean cutlery and Tupperware into the cart, add the clean laundry to the pile, shove in the old envelopes, check if Roar needs any printouts, pack up the car with the dog and computer and journal and purse and sock…
Part 32 of 35 daily journal workshop. GRIEF. #arttherapy
LOSS. What does that mean to you? Are you scared of it? Is the fear of losing someone or something preventing you from living now? Have you experienced such profound loss that grief overwhelms you, and indeed, now shapes you? Write it out. Or draw it out. There are no easy answers. There is just…