This has been a great series, Reena. Through so few words I have learned a lot here. Thank you for sharing on grief, and this beautiful concluding part.
I have thoroughly enjoyed reading this series throughout - Grief is an intimate topic that touches so many parts of us, and your essays were moving glimpses in Life's preciousness.
Thank you dear Pragalbha! So glad to hear you have enjoyed these reflections. Yes indeed, grief is strangely personal, yet universal, in a way that we can find solace in each other's reflections; perhaps because it reminds us that we are not alone and also allows us to elevate ourselves and see the cycles that must be. Still -- and I would not have known this less than a decade ago -- we can find the meaning within these depths like I did when I reflected on this idea of my mother reaching across time and space to tell me she had been keeping my things for me...
Thanks to Reena and Brian for this exchange. You made me think of things I have stowed away but make no time for. Some of no use, to be discarded. Some useful to be saved. Some painful, to be borne. Some priceless, to be cherished.
Such a lovely conclusion. Reena, thanks for doing this little project with me!
I love this line..."Knew things worth saving are of little interest to thieves."
Thank you Brian!!! What a pleasure it had been sharing these with you. I can’t wait for your poem tomorrow.
This has been a great series, Reena. Through so few words I have learned a lot here. Thank you for sharing on grief, and this beautiful concluding part.
Thank you, Nathan! So glad to hear that the words resonated; and appreciate you stopping by to say so. Big thanks to Brian for initiating it all...
I have thoroughly enjoyed reading this series throughout - Grief is an intimate topic that touches so many parts of us, and your essays were moving glimpses in Life's preciousness.
Thank you dear Pragalbha! So glad to hear you have enjoyed these reflections. Yes indeed, grief is strangely personal, yet universal, in a way that we can find solace in each other's reflections; perhaps because it reminds us that we are not alone and also allows us to elevate ourselves and see the cycles that must be. Still -- and I would not have known this less than a decade ago -- we can find the meaning within these depths like I did when I reflected on this idea of my mother reaching across time and space to tell me she had been keeping my things for me...
Thanks to Reena and Brian for this exchange. You made me think of things I have stowed away but make no time for. Some of no use, to be discarded. Some useful to be saved. Some painful, to be borne. Some priceless, to be cherished.
Thank you Tim! Grief is just hard and takes time. It also taught me to be patient with myself, which was perhaps the hardest lesson of all. Take care.