tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284130410123072156.post3327808717033266191..comments2023-05-24T04:23:07.096-05:00Comments on Mark Liebenow - Grief (formerly Widowers Grief): Walking the Desert RoadMark Liebenowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03096346779312780404noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284130410123072156.post-8458558110892718252015-04-15T09:54:50.840-05:002015-04-15T09:54:50.840-05:00I'm thankful that both of us kept journals dur...I'm thankful that both of us kept journals during grief, because memory does idealize the past. The journals keep us honest. Yes, such joy when that first oasis appears. And then more desert. But then another oasis. Not having that one other person who is always there is hard. A walk? Yes. Meditation? Yes - feel deeply what is, breathe, and release.Mark Liebenowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03096346779312780404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284130410123072156.post-58550745499790900802015-04-15T09:29:27.072-05:002015-04-15T09:29:27.072-05:00Thank you for this one, Mark. I find a desert, the...Thank you for this one, Mark. I find a desert, then oasis, then more desert when I hoped the oasis would go on and on. I have not found a new harbor--or place at the table--that feels trustworthy and constant. Of course, memory idealizes what life was like before a loss, but there was always the one person to turn to in difficult moments. Independence feels overrated this morning. Another walk? More meditation? Just feeling what is?Elainehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12635133302315254716noreply@blogger.com