by Deborah Globus
And death is at your doorstep
And it will steal your innocence
But it will not steal your substance
But you are not alone in this
And you are not alone in this
- Mumford & Son
And it will steal your innocence
But it will not steal your substance
But you are not alone in this
And you are not alone in this
- Mumford & Son
Note: this is a repost of a piece I wrote in January of 2013. Of late, death is once again on the doorstep of too many people that I love. And the question still remains, what do you do with grief?
Last Thursday was the 24th anniversary of my friend's mother's death. Next year he'll be as old as she was when she died.
Another friend has lost so many of her beloveds this year that I've lost count. That doesn't include the funerals that I've gone to in the last two months or the ones I haven't, like the ones in Newtown, CT.
And I live on Long Island where evidence of storm damage sneaks up on you around every turn: a fallen tree here, an exposed root ball there and I'm suddenly reminded of all that my extended "neighbors" have been through since the October.
In the face of all this grief it's hard to believe that I can make a difference. Mine is just one small voice shouting out into the void, or so it feels.
Too many of us struggle with not feeling like we're enough. Especially when the griefs before us are so expansive, and felt so strongly by so very many. It can feel too big; and we feel too small. Thankfully, there are rituals that can support us, if we seek them out.
Another friend has lost so many of her beloveds this year that I've lost count. That doesn't include the funerals that I've gone to in the last two months or the ones I haven't, like the ones in Newtown, CT.
And I live on Long Island where evidence of storm damage sneaks up on you around every turn: a fallen tree here, an exposed root ball there and I'm suddenly reminded of all that my extended "neighbors" have been through since the October.
In the face of all this grief it's hard to believe that I can make a difference. Mine is just one small voice shouting out into the void, or so it feels.
Too many of us struggle with not feeling like we're enough. Especially when the griefs before us are so expansive, and felt so strongly by so very many. It can feel too big; and we feel too small. Thankfully, there are rituals that can support us, if we seek them out.
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