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.

Showing posts with label Grief breaks us. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Grief breaks us. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 6, 2016

Grief Breaks Us, Deepens Us, or Sets Us Free

As I was getting ready for my interview with Linda Schreyer from Writers Talks at Studio West in Los Angeles (http://t.co/9OWGGScNds), Linda said she liked the line that appeared at the end of my blog post, “The First Death.” (That line is the title of this post.) She thought grief did all three. I agreed, although we both knew some people that had gotten stuck in the first arena.

Grief Breaks Us
Besides the brutal impact of death, grief also breaks something important in us. Perhaps we thought that life was supposed to be a happy place, but now all we see is chaos, destruction and pain. Or maybe it’s an illusion about life that we’ve always believed, like, if we lead good lives and help others, then we will die peacefully in old age. Perhaps our new view of reality is so stark that it makes us wonder if there is enough left.