This is my life. All of it. I miss my mom, but I'm forever grateful for this profound sorrow because it has taught me more about who I am. Turns out, I'm more than I thought I was. And I have a feeling, so are you.
I am once again on the train. It takes about 3.5 hours to transport my fellow passengers and me from Seattle to Portland. I love the train. Cup of tea or wine. My book club book and story writing time. Stare out the window time, daydreaming time. Drool on my blanket time.
How do we handle when our feelings are hurt, when the would-be offender was really only guilty of poor delivery of necessary information? How do we teach our children what we as adults can't even seem to master?
Let's face it: the experience of traveling is invigorating, beautiful, intense and frustrating at times. Prior to a trip -- no matter the length -- people experience anticipation and excitement as they wait for the unknown to unfold.
One drop of oil, one intimate touch, one warm word of affirmation can lend itself to one really important idea, which is this: If we allow it, God can make our messes meaningful. And we reaffirm this truth over and over again with the oil of anointing.
Maybe winter isn't sad because it's cold or windy or all those other sad things, but because when the sun sets at 4:30 or 5 and you gather the contents of your day in a small sack, you find it weighs less than you had hoped.
Just because I worked some small moments of joy into my life did not mean that I was not grieving, and it did not mean that I was not missing my wife. I was miserable enough grieving -- why would I want to sit around and continue to be miserable? I never understood that mindset.
The holidays are a tough time for anyone who has been through a divorce, will be going through one shortly, or who is locked in the ongoing process. Friends and family will say platitudes to you for a while, but then comes the hard part: "Why can't you just be grateful?"
There may be many reasons to feel stressed during the holidays, but grief brings its own brand of challenges. If you're grieving this year and are wondering how you'll survive the season, use the following six suggestions to ease the way.
On those gray days when my despair is palpable it seems such a high price. But on my good days, oh, those glorious, delicious, good days, of which there are many, you will quite often catch me singing. Out loud.
The Crisis Text Line is important to know about, especially this time of year. It's important to know that you're not alone and that there are lots of folks out there who want to listen to you, and who want to help.
Part of your family wants traditions to stay exactly the same, others want to change everything. Conflicting desires, broken hearts, lots of attention when you'd rather just hide in your blanket fort until the whole thing is over -- it's too much.
Today I want to let go. Let go of the sadness associated with my past, the way I feel physical pain in my heart when I think of you, the humiliation I feel because of how I allowed you to treat me and the fact that I still care is just unbelievable to me.