2000 year old elder |
After a series of significant losses, I found myself in a grocery store following a carriage with a baby in it. I experienced the baby seeing me. Seeing me in my loss. I hadn't felt seen in this way by anyone up to that point, being an invisible grief-stricken pedestrian to be avoided at all costs. When the baby saw me, I felt this surge of joy in my solar plexus that stopped abruptly at the top of my diaphragm, as it ascended up, as if there was a lid on the rest of me. It couldn't move up to my heart, the space occupied by the necessary grief. I realized, this grief was living in me and it had its own time and this surge of joy would have to wait a bit to complete itself. Surprisingly, this didn't add to my sadness, but actually gave me hope.
I've had the privilege to do tremendously varied grief work with myself and others. It is dense and rich material that affirms our humanity, if the courage can be found to meet it. Following is an essay on creatively using energy / movement work to address grief. Holistic Grief Work
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