Image description: A photo from atop the back of a horse with a brown and white coat and mane. A hand with a black glove on is holding the reins which are made of neon-colored braided nylon—yellow, pink, purple, and blue.
Good morning from me and every shade of green that is the Catskills in late July.
I’m here for the weekend and didn’t pack my recording gear, so there’s no audio this week. Thanks for understanding.
I’m working on ease this week. I’ve written an Offering that barely hangs together just to touch-in and say hi.
In Grief Worlds, researcher Matthew Ratcliffe works to define grief.
Grief is more than any one emotion that occurs as part of the process.
Grief spans time. It cuts across moments that might be called non-grief, or normalcy.
Ratcliffe wonders how a sequence of distinct experiences can be defined singularly as grief.
He notes that grief isn’t something that can unfold over a prolonged period of time, it’s something that must. It is an inherently, undeniably, enduring thing.
This comforts me. It tells me I’m doing grief right. In my exhaustion, impatience, frustration and all the rest, I’m a good griever. Am I there yet? No. That’s correct.