Who I am.

I write about the landscape of grief, nature, and the wisdom of fools. The author of four books, my essays, poems, and reviews have been published in over 50 journals, including in the Huffington Post and Colorado Review. I’ve won the River Teeth Nonfiction Book Award, the Chautauqua and Literal Latte’s essay prizes, and my work has been nominated for four Pushcart Prizes and named a notable by Best American Essays. My account of hiking in Yosemite to deal with my wife’s death, Mountains of Light, was published by the University of Nebraska Press. http://www.markliebenow.com.

Thursday, March 19, 2015

Love is a River

With grief, love moves from being a noun to being a river.

Like the river, love does not exist if it’s not in motion. We do not possess love as if it were a thing that can be stored on the shelf. Love exists only in sharing. When we stop sharing love, it goes away.

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6 comments:

  1. UnknownMarch 19, 2015 at 2:38 PM

    Beautiful Mark. I will read that one a few times through. It has such deep and interwoven meaning and imagery.


    Thank you,

    Sheryl

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  2. NatiMarch 22, 2015 at 6:31 AM

    "If you love me back"...
    and if you don't love me back and hurt me, still ...
    "I care for you with the love of hundreds who have cared for me"...
    How pretty!

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  3. Mark LiebenowMarch 22, 2015 at 5:30 PM

    Thank you, Nati.

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  4. UnknownMarch 23, 2015 at 7:16 AM

    beautiful Mark, very moving.

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