What struck me, following the first meeting of our grief group series, was realizing how you can scan a room, see faces, and assume people are okay. They look okay. They’re acting fine. They have friendly smiles and warm handshakes. And yet, once we got through introductions and took the conversation deeper, these seemingly “okay”… Continue reading New Year, Same Grief
The epilogue from Cultivating the Doula Heart: Essentials of Compassionate Care
I find my breath Guilty? or Grateful? I check for signs of yours Lucky? or Lingering? I see, in your tired eyes -which I wipe with dampened cloth- Yearning I feel, in your shaking hand -which I hold gently in mine- Restlessness I hear, in your muted sounds -which I strain to… Continue reading A Sit with M.