I looked out over my audience – the circle of people who were so obviously carrying, physically and emotionally, the varied weights of their different losses. And I knew right away that how I had originally planned to begin our time together needed to shift quickly. We needed to become storytellers.
A few weeks ago I presented a workshop for BPUSA – a national organization, coordinated by, supportive of, and designed for bereaved parents. This opportunity played out in ways that were uniquely challenging, surprisingly educational and sweetly inspiring. As I welcomed people...
As you may have realized, and I hope you have, I’ve been absent from the website for a while.
But I’m back!
The summer has been a full one . . . full of stuff that led me to lose track of myself – the happily busy self – because I was engaged with my other self – the overextended, discontented, analytical introvert self. Though it hasn’t been great fun being me lately, I only have myself to blame.
Honestly, it seems as if things should be clearer at my advanced age . . . but life will do as it must, and continues to let me tangle all my selves up in its opportunities.