I woke up this morning and felt my body ache before I rolled over in bed. Today is a year since the mass shooting at Pulse in Orlando. My heart feels as heavy as the grey skies above Portland, while creep of stress, transition, and grief upon grief pound in my temples. Today I felt … Continue reading Grief is like
This summer has been an amazing journey of growth and discovery. Much of it I'm not quite ready to share with the whole internet. (no offense) One part of this incredible last few months has been the book, The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up. This little book by Marie Kondo dares a radical claim: that if you follow her … Continue reading The Summer of Letting Go
I've been learning a lot about grief recently. As I grieve and honor parts of myself and let them go. As I continue to grieve those who are no longer with us. As I learn how to feel all the feels that come with endings and beginnings, and missing people, and letting go. I'm also grieving the Northwest Yearly Meeting, and the Elders' decision to ask West Hills Friends to leave the Yearly Meeting, for being open and affirming to LGBTQ folks. I'm deeply saddened by this decision, and heartbroken about what this will mean for NWYM, for West Hills Friends, and for LGBTQ F/friends. To those who are grieving today, I want to add to the voices speaking out today and say: You are loved. You are worthy.
It's been a while. Since February, actually. So much has happened, and I don't know the words to describe it all. Perhaps some day I'll write about it, and document the shift I've encountered over the last time, but not yet. Lately I've been reflecting on the Christmas/winter season quite a bit, and coming up … Continue reading Where to begin?
Today marks 2 years since my grandma died. I miss her. It's been 2 years I've been wearing her earrings all month Remembering with sighs and tears and a smile My grandma It's hard to remember her last days When cancer racked her body until she was just a wisp Barely there in body … Continue reading It’s been 2 years: A poem
*Note: this post contains strong language The thing about grief is...it sucks. It's like you wake up to a brick wall and everything hurts. And yet, it's hard to feel anything at all. I don't understand why people die. I know with my words that death is a natural part of life. But why should … Continue reading The thing about grief…