
The Rhythms of Grief
My humanity pulls me toward grief, I am heartbroken at the suffering I see and am forcing myself to witness. I tend to my own trauma stewardship so I can enlarge my capacity to feel it and bear it with the global community.
My humanity pulls me toward grief, I am heartbroken at the suffering I see and am forcing myself to witness. I tend to my own trauma stewardship so I can enlarge my capacity to feel it and bear it with the global community.
An image took my breath away last week. It was of a baby doll in a manger made of rubble. Broken chunks of cement and rocks, debris and wood surrounded by figurines. It was the nativity scene of a Church in the West Bank city of Bethlehem. The place where
I recently wrote a paper on grief and loss and, as happens when we buy a red car, we see red cars everywhere.