Dear ones… My grandma used to open her letters that way, been thinking about her a lot lately so maybe I will start using that phrase. I was recently interviewed by my dear friend Swati for her up and coming Dharma Summit for Women. It was a great conversation. I am deeply honored that Swati[…]
So I call myself the Grief Freak. What do I mean by that exactly? I have resurrected part of Part I of this from 2015, please keep reading… Well, for me ‘freak’ is an endearing term, and it means that I am passionate about grief. On August 27, 2012, my partner fell off his mountain bike[…]
I have been feeling sad lately and couldn’t place why. As the Grief Freak I’m usually pretty good at figuring out the root cause of my negative emotions, but I just couldn’t place this one even being well aware that my DFD was just around the corner. The DFD is the dreaded fucking day. (Excuse[…]
When my life was suddenly turned upside down, I needed unconventional, and non-traditional ways to not only understand what had happened to me, but I also needed creative ways to help me navigate this new wild world. I felt as if I had been dropped into the middle of a bleak and complicated wilderness without[…]
Ah vacations! So needed to keep the balance in check with our busy lives. In fact, right now I am preparing for a vacation myself-a well planned and thought out one that works well with where I am at now with my grief. At the end of October, I will be walking a part of[…]
Well, a lot has happened since I last connected with all of you here. My hope is that I am reaching you with my writings/musings and nuggets of wisdom from my grief saga and that it brings a sense of ease and helps you make sense of the world you are in now. My intention[…]
Anniversaries are usually happy occasions as we often think of them with joyous events such as weddings and birthdays, right? But what about anniversaries that suck? August 27, 2012. This date is forever etched in my mind, heart and nervous system; it’s a soul tattoo. That was the beautiful summer day that my partner flipped[…]
I am a grief freak. And freak to me is an endearing term. I have always been slightly ‘off’ as I am an artsy kind of gal, so when someone calls me strange or weird it means I am on the right track. Speaking of on track, let me get back to explaining what I[…]
Grief is messy. There is no other way to describe it. It even sounds awful…grief. Say it out loud to yourself. It is blunt, and to the point. Solid. At least it ends with an “f” so that there is an out-breath when you annunciate it. Say it slowly to yourself now so that you may[…]
