not a pretty picture. not a good. not a bad. picture. but an argument.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011


grief is a funny room that we must move through whether we want to or not

lots of things die
it's what lives that we should be thinkin' on


  1. Yet, our grief needs to be felt deeply, and aknowledged fully, or it transforms itself as a heavy coat we'll be wearing through our new summers.

  2. so true...yet sometimes it just seems so hard. sometimes we just force ourselves to stay in that room... long until we find a greater strength to force ourselves out.

  3. A funny room, indeed. Once you enter it you can never leave, or never shed something you picked in passage through there. Life becomes nuanced after grief -- never sweeter, never more bitter. Here's to life after greivous wounds by Blogger; or were they just aggravating? - Brendan

  4. let the dead bury the dead.

    we owe all our care to the living
    even when they're no longer with us.

    this image, erin, yes that's just how it feels.
    "i can't see straight for all the grief." a true statement to anyone who has experienced it.


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