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Every Wednesday I will post something about grief. Sometimes it will be a reflection on an aspect of grief’s landscape. Now and then I will share from my own journey of grief, because in the sharing of our stories we find strength and build a community of people that support one another.

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Monday, July 12, 2010

Listening in Quiet Woods


February 18



In the weeks after Evelyn’s death, I walked into the woods to get away from grief’s overbearing presence, to listen to nature and forget my heart for a time. There I piled up stones of her memories.
I listened to dry leaves crunch under my shoes, breathed in fresh, cold air, and lifted my head enough to see the birds that were talking in the trees — chickadees, nuthatches, and several wrens. Their songs made me smile for a moment before I was pulled back under by grief.

In the stillness of the night hours, in the liturgy of the dark spaces, I heard sounds I had not heard before. 


Even though my life is in shambles, even though I don’t know where I am going, even though it feels like so much has died, the woods are still here. They are alive and beautiful.  



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