Following the death of my son, I fell into a resonance of aloneness. It’s an illusion, of course, as we are all connected regardless of how separate we may feel. Others tried to help, tried to reach out and bring condolences and casserole dishes, but I was alone in my experience and wanted even the kindest of visitor to leave before they even arrived. Eventually, I simply refused to answer the door or the ringing phone. I was busy. I had important business to attend to, and it consisted of immersing in the mire of death in order to make sense of the senseless. I had no energy reserves for entertaining those with goodwill and good intentions. That solo period was necessary for my introspective exploration, soul healing, and as a part of the natural grieving process. It was a time for reading, pondering, challenging the status quo, and for Continue Reading →
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