Another story! Yes another story - two actually. I’m hesitating putting these two stories out in the world. One is quite are personal, the other curiously woven to my story through the brilliance of Sharon Blackie’s book, If Women Rose Rooted. Both stories are love stories and and both tales run deep into the chthonic realm of grief, and loss. Both meet and greet the inevitable, death. They are both beautiful (to me) and they are intense…
Possible trigger warning. These tales may tap into your own well of grief. May our/your grief be clean.
`And a poem from my book, Borealis Mundi - Resting in Place, Loss & Grace.
The Well of Grief
Grief, the tiger that devours,
The strawberry that feeds,
The oven that bakes,
The ice that melts,
The bread that feeds.
Grief, the spell that casts,
The stone that skips,
The wound that bleeds,
The river that carries,
The raven that devours .
Grief, the spark that ignites
The avalanche that buries,
The wolf that kills,
The ring that weds,
The lover that ravishes.
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