When we’re grieving, we would
dearly love for someone to ride in on a great white horse and rescue us. This seldom
happens with grief, and if it does, it happens in an unexpected way. It's more like a wolf that wants to play fetch.
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Wonderfully insightful as usual. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome, Mo.
DeleteThank you, Mark. You're right that grief is no Disney movie. I knew in a cerebral way that love would end in grief for someone, but nothing could have or should have dissuaded me. Love and grief are the dance partners. Many years ago I bought a copy of Grimm's Fairytales because Vic and I thought we'd read them to each other. We were shocked by how very grim they were. They reflected the difficulty of life. Somehow that balance got lost in the modern stories. Thanks so much for mentioning me, my book, and the book in progress where I'm digging into ancient myths and grief.
ReplyDeleteElaine, I love your brief essays about mythology and fairy tales, especially when you dwell on the Green Man. I am eager to read more.
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