Place Without Boundaries

 The death of someone close pulls us out of our normal life and throws us into a place that exists between the world of the living and the world of the dead. We feel alone and isolated by the trauma. People don’t understand the importance of the words we haltingly speak. We feel detached from everything we have known and trusted, and abandoned in a place without any familiar landmarks. We feel hollowed out, like the Clothespin giant sequoia in Yosemite whose center was burned out by a fire, yet continued to live. 

Metaphors For Grief

Is grief animal, vegetable or mineral?

Elephant Journal recently published my short essay on the many images we can use to describe grief.

https://www.elephantjournal.com/2017/05/44-metaphors-for-grief/

Grief is Disneyland

Every so often another way to describe the journey through grief pops up. I’m beginning to think that the metaphors for the dimensions of grief are endless.




Today’s thought is that grief is like a carnival ride, and I’m going to use the rides from Disneyland to illustrate my points because Evelyn loved the place. 

Grief starts out like the Space Mountain ride.

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